After she hung up, Amelia didn’t head inside right away. She stood on the balcony for a while, letting the cool night air clear her mind.
She’d told Hank exactly what she wanted: the truth about why he married her mom all those years ago, and anything he knew about her real father.
When Amelia finally went back into the living room, the smell of dinner was already drifting out from the kitchen.
About half an hour later, the table was set with three gorgeous dishes and a bowl of soup. Everything looked and smelled just right—exactly the kind of food she loved.
Ryan ladled soup into a bowl for Amelia first, then did the same for Timmy. He did it all so naturally, like he was meant to be there.
“Go ahead, try it,” he said.
Amelia took a sip, and her eyes instantly brightened. “This is delicious.”
Honestly, Ryan’s cooking was way better than hers.
Timmy shot him a big thumbs-up.
He made a mental note: extra points for Ryan—amazing in the kitchen. He’d even read online that one of the top signs of a good husband is being able to cook. A man who cooks knows how to take care of his family.
After dinner, Amelia helped Ryan clear the table, while Timmy set up a chess board in the living room and studied a book of chess strategies.
As they washed the dishes, Amelia glanced over at Ryan, her tone serious. “Why do you have those bruises on your arm from the blood draws?”
Ryan rinsed a bowl under the faucet, answering quietly, “They’re for George. He has a blood disorder. My blood helps him recover.”
He said it like it was no big deal.
Amelia let that sink in, and then it clicked. Her brows drew together. “So the whole reason the Packman family suddenly brought you back was to use you as a blood donor for George?”
Just saying it out loud made her blood boil.
“They’re unbelievable!”
From the looks of Ryan’s arm, they’d taken a lot. Drawing arterial blood could cause shock, even organ failure.
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