Chapter 50

Chapter 50Dominic’s POV3855 vouchersI carried the tray carefully up the stairs, mindful of the bowls balanced a bit too close to the edge.It held two bowls, one with Chicken broth for Mateo, warm, lightly seasoned, exactly the way my mother used to make it for me. And a smaller one for Isabella, though I doubted she’d touch it. From what I remembered, she didn’t really like eating soups and broths unless she was extremely ill. I wondered if that had changed.I stopped just outside her bedroom door.