William's POVShirley was the kind of woman who could turn even the smallest tasks into something special. It wasn't just about cooking or cleaning; it was the warmth she brought into everything she did. She was so natural at it, so... at home with herself. Her kitchen was where she thrived, and it showed. Watching her cook, her hands moving skillfully, her focus on the details, was a sight to behold. She wasn't just preparing food; she was making a space where everything felt right.I never used to think much about food. But these last few days, something about the way she cooked made everything taste better. The smell of her meals—simple, homey things like stew, baked chicken, and fresh bread—hung in the air, and it felt like comfort, like security. I found myself eating more than usual, savoring every bite, not because I was hungry, but because it felt... right.One afternoon, we were making lunch together in the kitchen. Abby was in the living room, playing with some of her toys,
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