“You guys cook together?” Kim asks with a dreamy grin as if this is some happy occasion. “Most of the time, we do, yeah.” “That’s so sweet. Hear that, Xan?” “I see nothing sweet about him exploiting my daughter to fill his stomach. That’s called free labor.” “Oh, please. Is it free labor if I cook for you?” “That’s different. You don’t have to.” “I don’t have to either, Papa.” Cecily strokes my arm. “I just like cooking with him.” “That’s called Stockholm syndrome.”
