Chapter 25: The First Bowl

“If we stop here, this becomes the night Mason brought a gun.” He ladled broth. Added noodles. Ginger. Scallions. A soft egg split clean down the middle. “I want it to be the night we stayed.”

Nora looked at him.

At the man who had been used, hurt, lied to, threatened, and still chose to feed peop...

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