Chapter 74 Flirting

***Hazel***

The kitchen smells like coffee and butter and something normal.

That alone feels like a small miracle.

I stand at the stove, flipping pancakes while eggs sizzle in another pan. I’ve already plated food once, and Preston and Max are seated at the island like they’ve been invited to a very strange breakfast summit.

I slide plates in front of them with practiced efficiency.

“There,” I say