Debbie
I woke up before the sun was even fully out. The house was quiet, and the air was still cool. My head felt lighter than yesterday, but the thought of the office—and Chloe—still felt like a dark cloud waiting for me. I couldn't go back there today. I just couldn't. I needed to do something normal, something that made me feel like I was useful, and that was cooking.
I went down to the kitchen. I had decided to make a massive breakfast for the boys. It was the least I could do since I was still crashing here. I started cracking eggs and seasoning the meat. The sizzle of the pan was the only sound in the room.
Then, the air changed.
A scent hit me. It wasn't the smell of bacon or the coffee on the table. It was deep, musky, and spicy, a scent I was familiar with. It was strong, so s
