Amani
I couldn’t stop thinking about what Josiah had told Colin and me. I couldn’t imagine not having a childhood, even though I didn’t remember my own. I glanced over at Josiah as he moved around the kitchen. He was preparing lunch for Colin and me.
“Do you need any help?” I asked as I leaned against the island counter. Josiah looked at me and smiled.
“I have everything under control,” he said before he went back to cooking.
“What are you making?”
“I’m making pan-seared fillet steak with garlic and rosemary,” he said as he added butter to the hot pan. It sizzled and almost immediately the smell of melted butter filled the kitchen. “Baked potato with a side of Greek salad,”
“Oh! I can help make the salad,” I offered. Josiah nodded as he concentrated on what he was doing. I wasn’t s
