Chapter 18: Two Cinnamon Rolls

Del sat on the couch with her arms crossed, back rigid against the cushion. She’d opened the door for Liza ten minutes ago and hadn’t said a word since. The silence hung in the air like smoke, and Liza, to her credit, was trying her best not to suffocate in it.

“I brought cinnamon rolls,” Liza said,...

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