
So he mentioned it, casually—too casually.
“Shouldn’t you rinse them first? My mom always did.”
Later, as Evan replayed the moment in his mind, he realized the argument was bigger than eggs. It was about the habits we inherit without even knowing it—little rituals from childhood that feel like truth simply because they’re familiar.
He hadn’t meant to criticize her, but he suddenly understood how easily old routines can turn into unfair expectations.
Mira, meanwhile, sat at the small dining table, turning her fork between her fingers. She wasn’t angry about the eggs themselves—she was hurt by the comparison to Evan’s mother. Continue reading…