the candelabra scattered gold around the lighthouse. Jarred candles in the windowsill sparked with a snap of Ethan’s finger while shadows reigned over Casper. In the distance, the ocean sent waves crashing against the cliffside, bending sacred lilies and slapping seaweed onto the shore. Nearer, Ethan sucked batter from the side of Nico’s hand and smiled against Peter’s mouth while an oddly shaped pancake sizzled on the cast-iron griddle. Their home rang with stories and laughter. Butter, honey, and cranberry jam perfumed the kitchen. Wood crackled in the hearth, and the kettle whistled.
