Chapter 4

The vibration of my phone in my pocket snapped me back to reality.

I numbly checked my phone. It was a message from Mandy.

She texted: [Hi Emily, my friend's birthday is this week. She wants you to come over this weekend and cook for her family and friends. There will be five tables in total, and the price is flexible. Are you free?]

Seeing I didn't react, Donald grabbed a greasy rag and shoved it into my hand. "Enough already. Clean up the house, and we'll let bygones be bygones."

Once it was clear things were settled, the neighbors,…