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Chapter 20: Culinary collaboration

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Morning light filtered through sheer curtains, casting a warm honey glow through the canopy above my bed. I remained still there for what felt like an endlessly long period of time, savoring the silence, until I noticed the sheet beside me was cold and empty. My heart hurt at the absence of Ethan's warmth. We'd been sleeping in the same bed on his mother's insistence and it was a bit funny how I had gotten so used to it as if we’d been doing it for years not days.

The house was abnormally still. Even at dawn typically, I'd hear the distant shuffling of slippers on marble or the jingle of a china teacup being set down in the library. Today: nothing.

I flung my legs over the bed and yanked back the covers, then I walked over the thick carpet in my silk pajamas to the door and slowly opened it. The hallway was dark, the thick curtains at the far end were still closed. Nobody stirred.

I descended the formal staircase, my heart racing. The house soaked up my footsteps, and I found myself
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