Hope handed Penelope back her phone.

“Go ahead and finish washing the vegetables.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Do you need me to do anything else?”

Easton scanned the kitchen, clearly wanting to help.

Hope ran through the tasks in her head. “No, I think you’re good.”

Everything—washing veggies, slicing meat—was all in Penelope’s capable hands. Hope only needed to prepare the broth.

“Alright.”

“Got it.”

“Just a sec.”

Hope quickly opened the fridge, grabbed a bunch of grapes, and rinsed them at the sink beside Penelope. Instantly, Penelope’s attention snapped her.

“Grapes! Sis, give me one!”

“There are more in the fridge. If you want some, wash them yourself.”

Hope smiled and...