Chapter 339

• Sabine POV
• The scent of dinner drifted through the corridors of the Garnier-Roux home, rich and comforting, wrapping around me the moment I stepped inside. When I entered the dining room and saw the spread laid out across the table, my breath caught. I couldn’t remember the last time food had stirred this kind of excitement in me this almost aching gratitude.
• To Didier, Caroline, and me, this wasn’t just a meal. It was a feast. Enough to last days. Even now, my thoughts instinctively calculated how leftovers could be reheated, rationed, stretched how we might make it endure once we returned to life on the farm. Old habits, ingrained too deeply to shake.