Chapter 17

"I made lunch."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize it's been hours." Gage couldn't get in touch with Rockford, so he busied himself with days worth of paperwork on his desk. It was a never ending administration work that his late wife repeatedly told him to hire someone to help him with. But Gage likes to get lost in it, he likes to be on top of things and micromanage everything.

Bree made lasagna, it was easy and quick. She had texted Elvis to buy the ingredients, she wanted to thank Gage for taking them in.

"Wow, smells so good." Gage walked into the kitchen and saw that Bree had set the dining table for three. It had been years since he sat there to eat and he had to shake his head when his chest tightened from the familiar feel of a home-cooked meal that his late wife used to prepare for him.

"Gage! Mommy made my favorite!" Hazel's words broke his gloomy thoughts, the little girl was seated on her baby chair strapped onto the dining chair, propping her higher to be ab