No Half Measures

CALLA'S POV

On the sixth night Kaelen cooked.

This requires context: Kaelen did not cook. He was capable of cooking — he had the intelligence and the precision and the patience, all of which were the necessary prerequisites — but he had, in the ten months of our cohabitation, cooked exactly three things: eggs (twice), a sandwich (once, at two in the morning, which I maintain counts), and toast (bo