Chapter 24

  Elizabeth POV

  The scent hit me first. Warm cinnamon, roasted tomatoes, and that buttery softness I hadn't realized I'd missed.

  I stepped into the kitchen and froze.

  "Nana?"

  She turned from the stove, her apron already dusted with flour, cheeks flushed from the heat.

  "Well, look who it is...

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