looking as though she wanted to throw something but couldn’t bear ruining her frosting.
I understood.
That cake was extraordinary.
Chocolate lace decorated the bottom, with candied edible violets on top.
It belonged behind glass in an expensive bakery.
She turned toward me, eyes red.
“We should throw it all out.”
I stared at her.
I refused.
If our family wouldn’t eat her food, other people would.
Ava asked who.
I didn’t know yet.
But I was already reaching for my phone.
She had no idea I was about to
