Isabel stood by the counter, stirring the pot as the aroma of garlic and spices filled Mercy’s cozy kitchen. She shifted her weight to one foot, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"I forgot how fun cooking like this is," she said, grabbing a spoon to taste.
Mercy leaned beside her, holding a tray of chopped vegetables. She bumped Isabel lightly with her hip. "Only fun when there’s someone to cook with. Otherwise it’s just depressing."
Isabel smiled, brushing hair off her forehead with the back of her wrist. "I’m just glad Isaac has his memory back. Honestly, I still wake up scared it was a dream."
Mercy rolled her eyes, nudging the tray closer. "The way he looked at you last week? Not a dream. That man’s obsessed."
Isabel laughed, placing the spoon down as she raked her fi
