88 -Miss Kyle

ELENA KYLE

James is coming back from the airport. It seems Ryan and Morgana are getting along. My chest aches a little with the feeling of loss, but I refuse to cry. I decided a month ago that this wouldn't shake me. So, I won't let it. And the days with James have been good.

James arrives while I'm preparing lunch. I decided to put my few culinary skills to use and make something for him to thank him for all the care he has given me over the past few days. My small belly is starting to grow into a rounded bump.

Some ingredients of my spectacular paella make me a little nauseous, but I continue preparing the dish because it's the only one I know how to cook perfectly.

I hear the front door open. James calls my name from the door.

"I'm in the kitchen!" I shout back while stirring the broth in the pan.

He comes into the kitchen holding a grocery bag, placing it on the marble countertop.

"Miss Kyle, you shouldn't be cooking," he says, approaching and taking the spoon from my hand.

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