Roman’s hand clenched at the back of his neck, his fingers digging into the tense muscles as he lifted his gaze toward the ceiling as though it held the answers. The kitchen, once a source of warmth and love after a long day, now resonated with Becky’s triumphant laughter, echoing off the walls, grating at his nerves. Her amusement had spiraled out of control, escalating to the point where it morphed into a fit of coughs that racked her body.
No words were necessary to decipher the mystery of the vanished meal Lucy had meticulously prepared. The culprit had exposed herself through raucous laughter, an undeniable admission of guilt. Not that there had been any doubt about who was responsible.
In hindsight, Roman chastised himself for not detecting the mischievous glimmer in Becky’s eyes e
