Chapter 22

But he knew those things would only leave him disillusioned and unfulfilled.

The answer was there. It had been waiting for him all the while, just biding its time, patient for Ollie to find it.

Once it popped into his head, he knew it was the right answer. It came to him with certainty. There was no doubt.

“I want to cook.”

Mike looked over at him. “You mean like be a chef?”

“Um, maybe. I’m not quite sure just yet what the direction would be. Sure, I could be a chef, but there’s also catering, cooking for people personally, even working in the foods department at a grocery store. I just know that one thing I’ve always loved to do is cook. It makes me happy. When Walker used to come home from work, he always wanted to order in, pizza or whatever, and I would protest and tell him I already had dinner all planned out.

“He’d argue that he knew I was just as tired as he was and why not give myself a break.”