Laura poured him a cup of coffee, her tone carrying a hint of apology as she mentioned that it was the only thing she could offer, given her lack of culinary skills. Mark accepted the coffee and responded with a touch of meaning.

“Cecilia isn't much of a cook either."

Laura gazed at him, her eyes still slightly red.

Mark chose not to dwell on the topic further. Instead, he opened the box of pastries he brought and encouraged her to eat them.

It was her favorite food.