ABIGAIL'S POV
I was sitting in the kitchen with my mama, sister, and John. My mama was busy making green beans with an old family recipe that came from my grandma. It had been in the family for years and was a favorite during special occasions.
I grabbed a handful of green beans and began snapping the ends off them like my mama had taught me as a kid. John rolled up his sleeves and reached into the bowl of water for some green beans, watching me carefully to learn how to do it.
I smirked, focusing on the green beans in my hand and tossing them into the empty bowl. “Have you ever snapped green beans before?"
“I rarely cook," John laughed as he slowly snapped the ends off.
“Really?" I was surprised by that for some reason. I know I shouldn't have been. He had money, and probably had his
