Chapter 14

“We will need to air out the place. Probably wipe down the ceiling.”

She didn’t say anything as she cut a slice of cake and set it on a plate. Cutting another half the size, she placed the big slice in front of me, and took up the seat next to me. Taking the fork, she cut into the corner and took a bite. As she chewed, I watched the tears fall down her cheeks.

Dante might be right. 'It might be