CHAPTER 222

The dinner started out perfectly. Leon sat at the head of the table, looking happier than I had seen him in months, his arm wrapped around my shoulders. Aunt Lou had outdone herself—the roast lamb was perfectly cooked, the potatoes crisped to perfection.

I had chosen the menu carefully, every dish meant to make Leon feel loved and welcome after his long trip. Helena and Aunt Lou chatted easily with Leon, while I watched him enjoy the meal, feeling content and proud.

But Sarah, seated on the other side of the table, was beginning to ruin the evening with her constant interruptions.

"Leon," she chimed in suddenly, her voice overly sweet. "Do you remember that one dish I used to make for you? You loved it so much—creamy mushroom risotto with garlic and a hint of truffle oil. I was thinking I should make it again for you sometime."

I shot her a sharp look. Leon's eyes flicked toward me, his expression unreadable. I knew exactly what she was doing—Leon was severely allergic to mushrooms,