Chapter 30:

Arya kept her hand plastered on the plates, trying her best to whish it apart, her hands held the whisk, before she gently whisked the eggs. Layers of sweat trickled down her gentle hair down unto her jaw. Like a pro chef- in which she wasn't. She wiped away the strand of the sweat, letting the tiny droplet of sweat trickle along the counter.

Gently, she placed the bowl on the table, before she grabbed the bottle of milk, emptying it into the whole bowl. Yep. Brownies, since when had she last cooked? This was absurd, she had lost the manner of the ingredients.

"Arya. Really?" Colin stood afar from the kitchen, his hands placed around his hips, his voice was hoarse. "Why are you making brownies?"

She turned to look towards her brother, casting him a dark look, for the last few days, she had been doubting herself, trying to find her true purpose in life, and here she was. At her parents house, making brownies, without an apron.

"Where's Mother?" She found herself asking,

"She's out," C