Chapter 92

Harper

After we finished eating, the kitchen fell into a quiet sort of rhythm — plates clinking softly, the faint sound of running water, the steady rain still drumming against the windows. Gavin had insisted on cleaning up, waving off my attempt to help with a simple, “You cooked? No. You didn’t. So let me.”

So I let him.

While he moved around the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, focused in that effor