mstrong wants dessert. Mr. Martin sa

g moment. He indulged her every w

te in my mouth, and si

m, I heard them laughing.

with fake sympathy. "Her husband is cheating on h

mething soft and c

so gentle with her, fe

nically started mixing ingredient

tiramisu in f

"I don't feel like tiramisu

back to the kitc

and Evertt's low, doting mur

rème brûlée. She ch

me, she found a reason to reject it. And all the while, Evertt

nd said she wanted th

tchen and prepared th

it in fro

t out dramatically. "This is disgu

and threw t

y face and hair. A piece of mango

, about to speak, bu

aid, his tone dismissive. He looked at me, cove

an your

nd Kylee and led her up

cream dripping down my face. The whole situ

ater until it w

trying to wash away the humiliation, the me

Helen who loved Evertt Martin was dead. She died from the lies. She died in th

ssed in simple clothes

ght a ticket but just stood at the entrance, watching the joyful crow

e. I ordered my old favorite, a caramel latte. I took one

ged, or had the me

ets, each corner holding a

on the mountain. The same one w

e stone step

ed me. His eyes held a

y for today, my

elf," I

m. "What is lost can be found again, but

A sense of peace

ound my neck. I took the burnt, broken pieces of the

red, I felt something

ter dark. My phone screen

more

he screen. Tomorro