Chapter 21 Six-months Later

• The kitchen smelled like garlic, rosemary, and something burning. Grace looked up from her laptop, where she had been struggling with a particularly difficult chapter about trust and vulnerability, to see Max standing over the stove, intensely focused.
• "Please tell me you're not trying to recreate that dish from the restaurant again," she told me.
• "I'm not attempting to reproduce anything. "I am innovating."