Eira's POV
When we were ready to leave, my gaze drifted back toward the kitchen.
"What happened?" Roman asked gently. "Do you want to eat something?"
I shook my head. "I'm full. We just had breakfast."
He studied me again. "Then…?"
"Umm…"
"I will get it," Jason said, already heading toward the kitchen. "One batch is left."
He understood without me even saying it aloud. I turned to Roman and admitted quietly, "I just wanted to take some cookies along for the ride."
He smiled softly. "Of course."
Jason returned a moment later with a neatly packed box. When we sat in the car, he handed it to me without a word.
On my birthday, I found myself reconnecting with fragments of my past, and somehow it had all begun with these cookies.
I still remembered the day Jason and I had tried to recreate them together, when I struggled to recall the recipe and we failed miserably.
(Flashback days before)
