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(Camilla’s POV) The aroma of simmering chicken broth, laced with the sweetness of carrots and the earthy depth of celery, filled my kitchen. I stirred the pot with a practiced hand, my brows furrowed in concentration. I don't remember the last time I cooked something like this before. What I do remember is I used to cook this for Lester whenever he had a hangover. I scooped a bit on my spatula to taste the soup. “More salt…” I mumbled to myself. Looking at my kitchen, I just realized how incomplete my condiments are right now. I have an aesthetic set of kitchen organizers but there aren't even anything to use them for at all. I used to dream about a beautiful kitchen with everything for my family. I only lost my interest in cooking ever since my ex-husband betrayed me. Why am I thinking about him anyway? That asshole doesn't deserve a space in my mind. I carefully transferred the soup into the bowl. Kalel is still in my room, passed out. He hasn't woken up since I brought him here. The