The smell of pancakes filled the kitchen as I flipped the last one onto a plate.I stepped back and admired my work.For someone who rarely cooked anything beyond instant noodles, the breakfast spread looked surprisingly impressive.There were pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, and fresh orange juice arranged neatly across the counter.Max sat nearby, watching me with hopeful eyes.“No. You can’t eat pancakes.” I said, and his ears drooped.I laughed. “Nice try.”The morning had started peacefully enough. The cleaning woman had arrived before sunrise and left before anyone else woke up.Apart from her, the enormous mansion felt strangely empty, especially for a place this size.I glanced toward the dining room.The table was ready, the food was ready, and everything was ready except Jason.I hadn’t seen him all morning, not even once.Part of me was grateful for that, while the other part found it annoying.If I had gone through the trouble of making breakfast, the least he could do was sh
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