Belated Help

Stella

“You… Want to help?”

I’m taken aback. It’s not quite like Vance to willingly offer help, especially in the middle of the night like this. In fact, the very thought of it instantly whisks me back to a memory that was buried in the deep recesses of my mind from when we were married.

“Vance, could you pass me the pepper?” I had called out from our spacious kitchen, my hands full as I tried to