NovelEnglishChapter 0663 Nina The kitchen was filled with the aroma of spices and the sound of sizzling as my mother and I cooked dinner together. Tyler and Enzo had retired to the other room to play a video gon the TV, and every so often the sounds of their excited voices floated through. Normally, Enzo would have cooked with me, but it was nice to have salone twith my mom after everything that had happened.
And I think she needed it, too.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt one point, as we chopped vegetables and stirred pots of aromatic tomato sauce, Tyler and Enzo let out a loud cheer in the other room.
"I told you!" Tyler exclaimed, drowning out Enzo's laughter. "You owea dollar!" "Alright, alright," Enzo replied. "I take back what I said. You're actually pretty good at this game." My mother and I exchanged glances, rolling our eyes playfully. "You know, Nina," she said as she chopped a carrot in half, "when I was back in college, my friends and I used to spend almost every evening together after classes." As my mother spoke, her voice was filled with nostalgia. I shot her a curious glance as I stirred the pasta as it boiled in the pot.
"You did?" I asked. "You mean the Peacekeepers? She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes," she said. "We weren't always just watching over Mountainview and trying to bridge the gap between humans and werewolves, you know. We were friends, too. We'd go out dancing, hike in the nearby woods, throw parties..." Her eyes seemed to look past the kitchen, lost in memories. I listened, captivated by this glimpse into her youth, a twhen the lines between duty and friendship were blurred.
My mom rarely ever talked about her past; growing up, she had always said that there was no use in reminiscing, which was why I had had to hear about the Peacekeepers through Tiffany. But lately, something had changed in her-and I was bent on getting every little story out of her that I could.
"Tellmore," I said, turning to face her. "Did you ever have any crazy parties?" She scoffed. "Of course we did," she said with a laugh. "I remember there was this one party, back when Tiffany and I shared an apartment..." She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone then. "Richard jumped out of the second-story window, scared the hell out of the neighbors. They thought he'd gotten hurt, but of course he landed on his feet, what with his... abilities and all. You should've seen the way he ran from the cops!" My eyes widened in surprise, not at the story involving Richard-which was hilarious in its own right-but rather at the mention of Tiffany. "Wait, back up," I said. "You were roommates with Tiffany? Since when?" My mother's smile faded then, replaced by a look of deep regret. "Yes, we did," she said softly.
"I didn't know you were that close."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe nodded. "Tiffany and I were the closest of friends, actually," she replied. "We loved each other liken redchother sisters. Nears glistened in her eyes. "I still regret every day that I let that friendship fall apart. And now, it's too late."
A wave of sadness washed over me, and without thinking, I reached out to squeeze her hand. In that moment, I felt a real connection to my mother, a O bridge spanning across tand misunderstandings, linking our lives in ways I hadn't realized before. Even though we lacked a true bloodline to one another, our lives were life mirror images. And there was one thing in particular we had in common: a love for a sweet woman who didn't deserve what she got in the end.
Over the next few days, with my mother and Tyler staying, the house was filled with laughter and the constant buzz of conversation.
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