Meanwhile, a few blocks away from the bustling market district, Marrowin walked down the quiet, familiar pathway leading back to his home. The heavy weight of his conversation with Maddy and the shocking revelation about his father still swirled in his mind, but as he neared the front porch, a sudden, rich aroma drifted through the air.
It was the scent of perfectly seasoned roasted meat, rich gravy, and fresh baked bread—a smell so intensely comforting and delicious that it cut straight through his brooding thoughts.
Marrowin stopped dead in his tracks just a foot away from the door. His stomach let out a fierce, loud rumble that echoed in the quiet evening air. Before he could even help it, his mouth watered so intensely that a bit of golden, sticky saliva began to pool. Realizing he was standing on his own porch practically drooling, he quickly sucked it back in with a sharp sip, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.
Pushing the door open, he stepped inside.
