Chapter 237

Isla’s POV

The kitchen was warm, filled with the steam of the meal I’d spent the last hour preparing.

It was a simple spread, but after a week of eating nothing but dust and fried pork, I wanted something that felt like a homecoming.

I watched as Graham and Lucas ate. Lucas was leaning back in his chair, looking at me like I was a miracle he hadn't quite decided to believe in yet.

"I have to say,