Chapter 198 House Chaos
- Brett pov
- On Thursday morning, the sun just catches the edge of the kitchen counter. The clock above the stove reads 7:00 a.m.
- I pull a stainless steel bowl from the cabinet, crack three eggs against the rim, the sharp clack of the shells breaking the morning quiet. I drop a pat of butter into the pan. It sizzles instantly, sending up a rich, warm smell.