[Chloe]Six chrome burners stared at me. Two ovens sat beneath them. The fridge was large enough to hold a Fiat.I stood in the center of the kitchen. I felt small. Intruder alert."Quick meal," I whispered. "Cook. Clean. Vanish."I opened the pantry. Truffle oil sat next to saffron. Aged balsamic vinegar lined the shelves."Rich food," I muttered. "Fancy dust."I pushed the expensive jars aside. I found a bag of Arborio rice. Chicken stock. A block of parmesan cheese.Simple. Risotto. Warm. Heavy. A hug in a bowl.I tied an apron around my waist. The strings were too short. It did not close in the back."Story of my life," I sighed. "One size fits none."I chopped an onion. The knife hit the board. Rhythm calmed me. Chop. Chop. Chop.I forgot the gun. I forgot the broken vase. I forgot my negative bank balance.Onions hit the pan. Butter sizzled. The smell filled the air. Safety.I stirred the rice. I added wine. I hummed a tune. Nonna used to sing it.I was in the zone. My hips sway
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