Then I opened it.
It was Officer Ruiz.
Just checking in. Bell accepted a plea. You won’t have to testify against him.
I breathed out.
Hannah glanced over. “Good news?”
“Yeah,” I said. “For once.”
That evening, in my apartment above the bakery, I fed Buster, watered the small basil plant I had bought for myself, and sat by the window as the streetlights came on.
Nobody called my name from downstairs.
Nobody told me my role.
Nobody needed me to stay inside a house built on secrets.
And when my phone rang again, I let it go to voicemail.
For Complete Cooking STEPS Please Head On Over To Next Page Or Open button (>) and don’t forget to SHARE with your Facebook friends.
