CASEY watched in amazement as Astrid prepared lunch. The way he handled the knife, cutting vegetables and meat, was like watching a professional chef. With a small kitchen, everything was within reach. Maybe that's why the other could move so orderly like that without the help of others.
But still, Casey felt it was unfair of him to just sit here and wait for lunch to be prepared. After all, he's not some customer at a restaurant. The one cooking over there was one of his newly recognized nephews. As an uncle, shouldn't he at least help?
"It's fine. You'll only get in the way if you insisted on helping," Reas suddenly said, as if reading what's on Casey's mind.
He looked at his other nephew, who had a bored expression on his face. The two of them were the only ones in the small living room. Tommy went out to wait for Nicol's arrival. So, he was alone with Reas now.
