Chapter 372

Riyana looked around the kitchen, her eyes scanning the shelves, the fridge, the counter. She thought about what he liked. What he always chose without hesitation. French breakfast. His favorite. She smiled to herself, a small determined smile. “Alright,” she murmured. “That’s what we’ll do.” She set her coffee aside and rolled up her sleeves, already planning each step in her head. It felt good. Doing something normal. Something warm. Something not driven by fear or obligation. For the first time in a long while, the morning did not feel heavy. It felt hopeful. By the time Riyana finished making breakfast, the kitchen smelled warm and comforting. Butter, coffee, toasted bread, and eggs mixed together in the air. It was the kind of smell that made a place feel lived in, not just occupied. She stood there for a moment, looking at what she had made. The plates were arranged neatly. Nothing fancy, but everything was done properly. The way she always did things when she cared. She wiped he