He couldn't blame her for losing her cool at Marco. The guy seemed determined to push people to their breaking point. She'd held on longer than Owen had, in any case. But he supposed nurses had to have an immense amount of patience.
"My mom's sweet." Owen nodded and turned off the stove. Thinking about her made his chest ache. They hadn't parted on very good terms before Owen was taken, and he couldn't help but wonder how she was doing. If she thought he took off without a word. All he could do was pray his brother was taking care of her.
"So," he said, glancing at Cecilia again. "Normal lunch with normal conversation?"