Chapter 64

When the air surrounding me tightened, I began to fill the plate, recalling that Derrick liked the sweeter items.

When I saw someone approaching me, the murmurs around me stopped, and I knew there would be anger when she walked right into me. As her body struck mine from behind, I might have recognized her intent more quickly if I hadn't already been hurt.

The plate of food I had been prepping sprayed all over the front of my sweater, the pies' sticky filling coagulated on the wool, and the table in front of me rocked violently as I lost my breath. She tried to take my shirt...