Chapter 72 Patent Submission

• Grace
• Life felt almost back to normal. Jackson had no room in the kitchen with all the ingredients already made, packed up, and ready to be eaten. I swear Charles must not sleep because there was always something ready to eat in the fridge. I frowned the one morning I came down and found George in the kitchen, not cooking, but making coffee.
• "How..." I blinked. "How have I never run into you in all this time before?"