GERARD..Even with the hissing of the meat in the fry pan, the kitchen still felt quiet— too quiet.The scent of aroma filled the kitchen. The kind of scent that usually made Tommy hover around me impatiently.Tonight, he didn’t move.He just sat behind the kitchen island.Without it turning, I could feel his gaze, the heaviness that clung to it. It made my stomach twist. “Uhmm,” I said, stirring the food. “Has she found anything about your father?”Tommy exhaled, long and stretched. “No. She hasn’t,” he said.“You must have been disappointed,” I said, turning off the fire and taking off the pan.Tommy shook his head. “Not really. My father is very good at keeping his tracks clean,” he said, “I had expected that.”I nodded. I wanted to ask him more questions. Anything to stop him from giving me that gaze. That gaze that felt like he was about to ask something, and the question I was sure I wouldn’t like.But I could do nothing but just plate the food and serve him.I placed the f
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