The smell from my kitchen is absolutely amazing, and it feels so nice to be cooking again. I realize as I’m removing the prime rib out of the oven that my finger hasn’t hurt at all today. I glance at it, noticing that there’s not even a hint of a scar left on it from the accident. Seth was able to heal it completely. Additionally, though, the scar from my blood adoption has become even more faint and I frown at it. It’s always been something that connected me to my mom and dad and it hurts that it’s fading so quickly now, especially with everything going on.
Seth comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me out of my thoughts. “It’s nice you were able to make bread for dinner, even though you were so rudely distracted this morning,” he says with a smirk and I swat at
