Mate: Part One
"Then come sit, sweetheart. You must eat while it's still warm."
I crossed the room, the wooden floor under my bare feet, and slid into a chair at the long table. The plates in front of me looked amazing- golden eggs, crisp bacon, and still steaming bread rolls. My throat tightened unexpectedly. Mom used to make breakfast like this when things were normal, when our lives weren't empty from the loss of Sara. The memory still clinging to me, my heart is still broken from her loss. But I blinked the pain away just for now, forcing myself to focus on the possibilities of what life could be with Nathan.