Chapter 44 The Promise Of Ordinary

• The following morning came not with ceremony, but with the quiet, rhythmic hum of life in motion. The cabin, nestled deep in the woods, had taken on a sense of home so swiftly that Emma wondered if some places were just waiting for the right people to belong to them.
• Lucas was already up when she woke, his side of the bed still warm. She found him in the kitchen wearing flannel pants, barefoot, pouring pancake batter into the pan with all the focus of a man defusing a bomb.
• “You’re going to burn those again,” Emma teased, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, her hair wild and free.