Chapter 337: Bonus Child.

The kitchen was filled with the warmth of a simmering pot of stew, the soft hiss of vegetables sautéing in a pan, and the earthy aroma of rosemary. Ruthlyn moved gracefully from counter to stove, her hands busy but her mind elsewhere. She stirred the pot, her brow furrowed slightly like one deeply considering something.

"Hey," she called out, her voice barely higher than a whisper.