Chapter 307

Maybe it was the argument the night before, or maybe it was finally letting go of the resentment she'd carried for years-whatever the reason, Claire slept better that night than she had in nearly eight years. She drifted off easily, not even a dream disturbing her rest.

Dawn was just barely breaking when Claire woke, feeling lighter than she had in ages.

After a quick wash, she made her way downstairs, her steps brisk and almost buoyant.

The moment she entered the kitchen, Claire spotted May bustling about, an apron tied around her waist.

Hearing footsteps, May turned and, catching sight of Claire, looked genuinely surprised. "Goodness, Claire, you're up so early! Are you hungry? Let me whip something up for you."

Claire shook her head. "I'm not hungry, May. I just wanted to make breakfast myself for Mr. Foster and Grandma. I feel like it's the least I can do while I'm staying here."

May laughed, waving her off. "Oh, there's no need for that! I'll have breakfast ready in no time. Go on, the kitchen is all smoke and grease."

May? Mr. Foster and Grandma have both been

voice soft and affectionate. "Will you teach me how to make that simple noodle breakfast? Yours is always the best I'd love to learn

her request. "All right, all right. I'll show you. I'm sure Mr. Foster will be warmed right through when he

"I knew you'd say yes.

spirits high and May's pride glowing, the two of them

in a white porcelain bowl, topped with a golden fried egg, sprinkled with fresh green onions and parsley, and finished

Aberdeen, and Grace wandered into

Mrs. Foster, you have to try this-Claire

and Grace exchanged fond glances

a thoughtful girl," Aberdeen gushed, her smile stretching ear to ear. "I do love a good bowl of noodles, and

"Absolutely! They smell amazing-I bet they taste even better. With skills like this, Claire,

first time making these noodles, and honestly, I think she did even better than me—and I've

wonder I took such a shine

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