Sarah

I can’t remember the last time I felt full.

I look down at the plate in front of me, which Cosette is piling with food for a third time. A piece of lusciously dark chocolate cake stares up at me while she arranges a scoop of vanilla ice cream next to it.

Everything is homemade.

Everything is delicious and filling.

I take a bite and close my eyes, fighting the urge to moan.

Cosette clucks in approval, and as I finish off the cake and ice cream, I wonder what she’s going to bring me next. I couldn’t possibly eat another bite, but after weeks of the occasional bowl...