Chapter 59 The Pieces That Fit
- The smell of cinnamon and brown sugar filled the kitchen as Emma slid the tray of warm muffins onto the cooling rack. It was just past 7 a.m., the twins had miraculously slept through the night again, and for the first time in weeks, she had a moment to herself.
- A small one—but hers.
- She wiped her hands on a towel and glanced at the family command center Lucas had set up. Her heart squeezed.