Pasta Sauce

One morning, the sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting it's warm glow on Christopher and Laura as they moved about their morning routine. The aroma of coffee filled the air, and Lily played contentedly in her high chair.

Christopher, attempting to prepare breakfast, looked at Laura with a furrowed brow. "Where did we put the spices, Laura? I can't seem to find them."

Laura, chopping vegetables at the counter, smiled reassuringly. "They're in the top cabinet, second shelf. Need help?"

Christopher nodded, grateful for the guidance. As Laura reached for the spices, a realization swept over her. "Chris, do you remember your pasta sauce recipe? The one you make so often?"

A puzzled expression crossed Christopher's face. "Pasta sauce? I... I can't recall it right now. That's strange."

Concern etched on her face, Laura set down the spices. "Chris, it's okay. Maybe you're just tired. You've been through a lot."

Christopher sighed, frustration evident in his eyes. "I used to know th
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