The kitchen was filled with the golden glow of the afternoon sunlight filtering through the small glass windows. Pots hung from hooks above the counter, and bundles of dried herbs dangled near the hearth. Lilith smiled as she stepped inside with her mother, comforted by the familiar scent that surrounded her. The kitchen hadn't changed at all since she left.
"Do you remember how we used to bake together?" her mother asked, opening the wooden pantry and pulling out a bag of flour. "You used to sneak handfuls of raisins and pretend I didn't notice."
Lilith chuckled. "You always did notice. I just thought I was clever."
Her mother passed her a bowl. "Well, let's see if you still have those nimble hands. Start with the flour. We'll make your favorite, honey glazed bread and some of that chicken stew you loved so much."
