Chapter 41 Give Me More!

• By the time Mr. Thorne returned, I was elbows-deep in a culinary masterpiece—or at least what I hoped would pass as one. The kitchen smelled like a mix of garlic, herbs, and something vaguely buttery, and I was in my zone.
• Cooking had always been my escape, a little slice of normalcy in an otherwise chaotic life. Even when we had a full staff at home, I would sneak into the kitchen to experiment with recipes. My mom had taught me the basics before she passed, and somewhere along the way, it turned into a full-blown obsession.
• I was humming along to some random pop song when I heard the distinct click of Mr. Thorne’s shoes on the tiled floor.