Most of the spines are still perfectly intact and the books crack as I open them, showing Viktor has
never once flipped through them.
I look at pictures of dishes that look like they belong on the menus of the nicest restaurants in the
city. They’re far beyond anything I’m capable of making.
Finally, I find a picture of a homestyle macaroni and cheese recipe with bread crumbs and herbs.I’ve made boxed macaroni and cheese. How much different could homemade mac and cheese be?Melting cheese? Easy.
I lay the book flat on the counter and move to the pantry, trying to find all the ingredients I need.Flour—check, though I can’t imagine what that would be for.Milk, cheddar cheese, cream cheese, Dijon mustard.I stack the ingredients on the island, trying to imagine how
