Eliot stared at his brother, a faint hint of a smile gracing his lips. "You... remember?!"
He was almost too afraid to hope that something was coming back. They'd cooked for themselves, Maxie, Ryan, and Da ever since Mama left, but Eliot had always been the better chef. Even when all either of them knew how to make was scrambled eggs.
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He was almost too afraid to hope that something was coming back. They'd cooked for themselves, Maxie, Ryan, and Da ever since Mama left, but Eliot had always been the better chef. Even when all either of them knew how to make was scrambled eggs.