Chapter 15

Jack Cheney shook his head, trying to push Sarah Quinn’s image out of his mind. But when his fingers brushed against the worn grooves on the knife handle, he froze. Those grooves were a result of Sarah’s years of cooking, her hands gripping that very knife. Lily Quinn stepped out of the bedroom after tidying up her closet. Seeing Jack standing there, lost in thought, she chuckled. “When did you learn to cook?” “Sarah taught me,” Jack answered softly, his voice catching as his...