“I almost threw that one away,” she said. “I’m glad I waited.”
“Thank you for letting me come back.”
“Then keep giving me reasons to trust you.”
I nodded.
Suddenly, a strange smell drifted through the kitchen.
Skyla turned toward the stove.
“Archie. You’re burning it.”
I grabbed the wooden spoon.
She stepped aside, allowing me to reach the pan.