Chapter 11

Serena’s POV I stood by the entrance of the kitchen, staring at the back of the person standing in front of the stove. He was still wearing his white dress shirt, sleeves folded up to his elbows. He was wearing a black apron and his hair was kinda messy. When was the last time he touched a pan? When was the last time he prepared something for us? If I remember correctly the last time was on Millie’s birthday. He couldn’t come to her during the family day so he cooked and surprised Millie on her birthday. But…Millie’s not here. So why is he cooking? “You’re home…” I gasped when he spoke without glancing at me. He felt my presence? He knew it was me? How? The confusion on my face was surely visible. When he glanced at me, I felt a pinch in my heart. These past few days we haven’t had a calm conversation. We always ended up arguing, shouting at each other, cursing. “I’m done. Let’s eat.” My gaze shifted from him to the dining table where he put the main dish he just finished cooking. I do