Chapter 369

“Mom,” Luke called out as he half-ran down the stairs, a giant sketchbook tucked under one arm and a box of crayons under the other. “What are you making for dinner?”

He came up behind her while she was still working on seasoning the chicken, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as if expecting that alone to earn him the answer.

“Your favorite—roasted chicken,” she replied with a small smile.

“Ugh,