Page 69 of Nocturne

I nod again, more decisively this time. I’ll give Sean a call tonight.

I’ll accept his request for a date.

Sean Lloyd is more than decent. He’s kind. Warm. Understanding. Handsome. And genuine.

The kind of good I need in my life.

I’ve taken a step forward by bringing Cas into my world. Maybe it’s time to let love back in, too. I can’t give Burke more power. I won’t let him—or what he did—rule me anymore.

After a long silence, Ivy speaks again. Hesitant

“Do you want to act on your… other interest?”

Before she finishes the sentence, I’m already shaking my head.

“I don’t put myself in situations where I can be tempted by the devil.”

Because I know I’m not strong enough to resist.

I don’t add the last part. Ivy nods in understanding.

Both of us turn when we hear something clatter on the counter behind us. Eero uncaps a water bottle, sweat glistening on his forehead and chest, and gulps it down before tossing the bottle into the trash.

“All done,” he announces.

“Thanks a lot, Eero.” I smile, genuinely grateful.

“It’s a pleasure, sweetheart.”

Eero steps onto the back patio, admiring the lake view. I scoop chicken biryani onto three plates, carrying two outside. Ivy grabs hers eagerly, grinning.

“Buckle up, mister. This is the best food you’ll ever have,” she teases.

Eero’s curious expression shifts to blissful surprise after his first bite. “This is… fuck, this is amazing.”

Cooking always connects me to Mom. It’s comforting, grounding. If science hadn’t worked out, I’d have pursued being a chef. Feeding others feels like sharing a piece of myself.

When I return with my plate, Eero is helping himself to seconds, flashing a rare boyish grin. “Can I have more?”

“Help yourself.”

We finish our meal as dusk settles, the lake reflecting deepening hues. For a moment, everything feels still. Peaceful.

As Eero gathers his things, I hand him a small invitation. His brow furrows.

“I’ve adopted a child,” I explain. “His name is Cas. I’d love for you to come to his welcome home party.”

His gaze softens as he pockets the card, something unspoken in his eyes. “You want me there?”

“Of course. Nico’s invited too, but no pressure.”

Eero nods, then hesitates. “Can I trouble you for leftovers? That was the best meal I’ve ever had.”

Blushing, I pack two boxes. Ivy leans on the counter, watching.

“Just in case you get hungry again,” I say, trying to sound casual.

Eero arches a brow, amused. “Want me to give this to the boss man?”

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