Chapter 68 But When She Crept?

• The microwave gave a single, reluctant beep. One of those dull, hollow ones that always seemed louder in a quiet kitchen.
• Liam didn’t move right away. He just stood there, one hand on the edge of the counter, the other holding an oven mitt he hadn’t used and definitely didn’t need. Rosemary and lemon drifted up from the plate inside. Mary had made the chicken hours ago, before heading out with a parting glance that said more than any words would’ve.
• Warm, yes. But not comforting. Not tonight.