The Promise of Home

Celine glanced at the bowl and recognized the careful preparation. "A proper bone broth," she remarked, then asked, "Did you make it yourself?"

"Mhm."

That simple affirmation carried all the quiet care he had put into it.

Celine picked up her spoon and took a taste—it was rich and deeply flavorful.

She lifted her eyes to look at him, her thoughts drifting.

From this angle, his brows were slightly