Shared Shower

Amaya

When I arrived back at the house, I caught the scent of heaven floating through the room at once. I closed my eyes as I stepped through the door, inhaling deeply—cinnamon, sweetness, a little sharpness. Whatever it was, even if it made me sick, I had to have it right there and then.

“Hey, where are you guys?” I called into the house, looking around for Jolene or her nurse. She had arrived today, and Kristo had offered to help her settle in, which I was glad for, as I wanted to get as far ahead on my work at the library as I possibly could before the baby came along.

“In the kitchen,” Jolene called back, and I crossed the room to the kitchen. All three of them were there, and Kristo was carefully cutting up some pastries that were still in a steaming-hot pan.

“We made baklava!” Jolene exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the pan Kristo was maneuvering his knife around.

“I can see that.” I inhaled deeply again and smiled my greeting at Pamela. “And what exactly is that?”

“It’s a Greek