Isabelle's POV

The smell of fried garlic filled the kitchen. With everything that had been happening, cooking was the best thing I could do. It was still the only thing I had any control over.

Browning the garlic to make a nice pot of rice while the meat roasted in the oven. I was even planning to make a chocolate cake to add a special touch.

"Want to hold him for a little while?" I heard Karen ask August. Automatically, I looked toward the living room.

August tried to step back, but Kar