C14

[Kendall]

I sit at the table, absently watching Camden as he moves around the kitchen. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables, the sizzle of onions in the pan, is oddly calming.

“I never learned to cook,” I admit, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “My father did all the cooking.”

Camden glances over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t boil water?” he asks, teasing.

I huff