Joining Rachel In The Kitchen
Later on, I found myself drawn to the kitchen, where Rachel stood by the stove, cooking dinner. The aroma of garlic and onions filled the air.
I leaned against the doorway, watching her move, like it was just another Wednesday evening. She glanced back with a smile.
‘Hey, dinner’s almost ready,’ she chirped. I nodded, trying to ease the knot in my throat as I stood there, blending into the background.