Chapter Seventy-two

We made our way into the kitchen and like a well oiled machine, we prepared breakfast quickly and efficiently. When we finished, we decided to eat in the kitchen. We made our way to the table, where the spread of food awaited. He pushed a plate towards me, and I forced myself to take a few bites, though the taste barely registered. My mind was still in turmoil, replaying every moment with Louis, searching for clues or signs that I might have missed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Lincoln asked gently.

I shook my head, feeling the sting of tears again. “Not right now. I just......