ROOSEVELT’S POV
"Daddy, you burned it!"
Lorna’s loud giggle filled the kitchen.
"I did not burn it, little bug," Zyran said playfully. "It is just extra crispy and that is how the best chefs in Italy make it."
"No, they don't!" Lorna laughed. "It looks like a black rock!"
I stood in the hallway, leaning...