Henry shoved another cupcake tray into the oven with a huff. The noise he made bordered on a growl and his warm, beloved kitchen shivered at the sound of it. Sighing, Henry turned away from the oven and leaned his palms against the center island, head lowered. These were not sounds for his kitchen. Not this banging around and huffing and angry noises. The kitchen was his peaceful place. Where Henry smiled without realizing. Rocked his hips offbeat to his favorite bands singing the best of music in the background while boiling bubbles popped and eager veggies sizzled.
Today, it was anything but. Today, Henry wore a tight frown rather than a smile. No music played at all, and even if it did, Henry was in no mood for offbeat dancing or out of tune singing. Not even a whistle would make it pa
