Chapter 6 Pieces Of Her

Sunday morning came quietly, with sunlight leaking through the linen curtains and the faint smell of cinnamon rolls baking in the kitchen—Rowan’s attempt at a “normal family weekend.” Elowen watched him from the doorway. He stood barefoot, sleeves rolled up, working a whisk like he’d done it all his life. Elijah sat at the counter, coloring. Cleo played with her dolls on the floor.