Chapter 10
It was moments like these that I liked the best. That I found the most peaceful. Being with Vincent while we did our own thing, together but separate, in each other’s space without constantly talking. Just being.
I was making dinner—a mango, avocado, and black bean salad that I intended to serve with a few slices of grilled chicken. The American Heart Association’s website had become my new favorite place, and I was always looking for healthy recipes that Vincent would eat. Sometimes it took a little tweaking, like leaving the jalapeño out of this salad—he was wimpy when it came to spicy—but I’d found a bunch of dishes that were good for him and would help him stay healthy, while also tasting good.
Vincent was sitting at the kitchen table, his laptop in front of him and a mug
