Tessa’s POV
I was getting sick and tired of obsessing over why Zane was ignoring me so blatantly. Later that afternoon, to distract myself from everything that was happening, I went to the kitchen.
I’ve always loved cooking. Something about the process of food making always filled me with joy and wonder, not to mention a bit of self-satisfaction.
For some reason, cooking soothed me, so I usually fell back on it whenever I had any emotional upheaval, like the fact that Zane had gone from saving my life to wanting nothing to do with me in the blink of an eye.
If I could just know his reason─
I started to think, but I halted my thoughts by marching myself down to the kitchen to keep them from running wild again. As I walked inside, it didn’t escape my notice that the last time I’d cooked
