Chapter 8

I had rented a place outside, so I went to Genevieve's house to pick up my daughter.

Seeing the groceries in my hand, she was taken aback.

I explained with a smile, "Didn't I promise to cook for you? You're in for a treat today!"

My signature dishes were more than just one or two.

As I was enthusiastically cooking amidst the smoke and fire, I caught a glimpse of Genevieve leaning against the kitchen doorway, staring at me intently, then turning away to quickly wipe a tear.

A surge of guilt and heartache instantly welled up inside me.

If back then, I hadn't gotten together with Meadow, but instead accepted her confession.

Would things now be...

My daughter's cheers snapped me back to reality. I hurriedly plated the food and sat down at the table with them.

After dinner, Genevieve offered to drive me.

I didn't stand on ceremony with her, and headed downstairs with my daughter.

But as soon as we stepped out of the building, a shrill female voice rang out.