When Taylor’s father and brother came back from work they found her in the kitchen.
She cooked a dozen dishes and she was even baking.
They looked at each other.
The last time she stressed cooked was when her mother left.
That is the only way she knows how to deal with loss.
“Taylor what happened?” asked her father.
She turned around and the pain and sadness were visible in her eyes.
“Nothing Dad, I just felt like cooking,” she said with a forced smile.
The spark in her blue eyes was gone.
They always looked like a clear ocean but now they pale and lifeless.
Her father knew that she wouldn’t open up to him but she would to her brother.
So he looked at him before nodding and leaving the room.
“Dad is gone, now tell me what is actually happening Taylor,” said her brother.
“Nothi
