“Yes, | ran away from the orphanage when | was a child and met an old man who adopted me as his granddaughter.”

Brian decided not to probe any further.

If he kept asking, he might discover that he knew Rosalynn’s grandfather. ©

Brian sat at the table and looked at the spaghetti Rosalynn made.

Apiece of steak accompanied the spaghetti.

He picked up the fork and took a bite.

The aroma…

eyes sparkled as he ate the

and

eastern suburbs of Wragos, there was a

the head chef at that establishment. His

his ancestors’ exceptional culinary skills, making him unmatched in

spaghetti prepared by

spaghetti had a strikingly similar

“No,” Rosalynn replied.

received any

had simply learned how to cook after observing the cooking

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