Chapter 91

Nora POV

I’m on a call the next day when the smell of lunch drifts through the apartment. Vincent has probably made grilled cheese for Lucy and something simple for us. I head to the kitchen. Lucy is on a stool, yogurt smeared on her face, giggling because Vincent is pretending to steal a bite.

“Mommy, Daddy says I can have ice cream if I finish my granola,” she announces, waving her spoon.

I raise an eyebrow at Vincent. He shrugs and grins. “Bribery works wonders.”

“Only because you’re the soft one,” I say, sliding onto the stool next to Lucy and kissing her sticky cheek. “But yes – finish it, and you get ice cream.”

We eat together. The conversation stays easy, mostly about Lucy’s plans for the afternoon: colouring books, maybe a movie. Vincent looks at me over her head. His face i