Chapter 62: Panic state

I returned to the kitchen, my finger still throbbing slightly, but my mood remained buoyant. A small cut couldn't ruin my blissful morning, especially when things had fallen into place for me.

Mr. Clinton's subtle acceptance of our relationship and teasing remarks had really lightened my day, and also Erin's disappearance felt as if the heavens were on my side today.

I felt truly grateful for this peaceful morning, free from the tension and drama that had once plagued me.

As I continued cooking, my eyes strayed to the peanut jar, now sitting at the far edge of the counter. I halted, my forehead creasing in thought. Wasn't that jar an arm's length away earlier? Or did I shift it over there a while ago? No, I was sure I didn't.

I pursed my lips, staring at the peanut jar, trying to remember, but I had no memory of taking it to that position.

"Whatever," I mumbled, averting my eyes and returning my gaze back to the almost ready meal before me.

The sizzling vegetables and simme