Talia untied her apron and rinsed her hands under the faucet. She glanced back at the pot of soup on the stove, allowed herself a small, satisfied smile, and walked out of the kitchen.Christian met her at the door, clearly irritated. "So Mom tells you to cook, and you jump right to it, but when I ask you to do something, you won't?"The implication was obvious, but Talia pretended she hadn't caught it. Christian grabbed her arm and started steering her toward the exit, but when they passed Margaret, Talia stopped.She looked up at her mother-in-law and softened her voice. "Margaret, I made some soup for you, Joseph, and Franklin. I was pressed for time, so it's just the one dish, but please make sure you all try some. It's a new recipe I've been working on."Christian had stopped the moment he felt Talia halt behind him, and when he heard what she was saying, something jolted through him. For just a second, it felt like they'd gone back to the way things used to be.But the feeli
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