Avery took a sip of soup. It was delicious.

Shea was the one who made it, and that meant more to Avery than how the soup tasted.

Avery had been the one to operate on Shea, and she had never expected Shea to make such an extensive recovery.

"The fish chowder is pretty good, Elliot. You should give it a try," Avery said.

Elliot walked over to the table and poured himself a bowl of soup.

He took a sip. The chowder was light and not oily. It indeed tasted good.

His eyes landed on Shea.

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