"Yeah, no, no. Esme would cook whenever I asked, back when we were kids," Aron continued, with a wave of his hand. "But now, Helga does it. After all, we're husband and wife. So, of course, she has to cook for me." He laughed, as though it were obvious. "Esme? Well, naturally, she cooks for her husbands now. It's a way to show love and care, don't you think?"
At those words, something shifted in the room. The Aron brothers' expressions darkened. Jay's jaw clenched while Ryan's eyes hardened, the unspoken question hanging between them: Esme had never cooked for them, but she had cooked for Aron? Why had she shown that care for him, and not them? The quiet simmered with unspoken emotions, leaving the brothers wrestling with a mixture of confusion and hurt, hidden beneath the composed surface.
