Chapter 9
- Back in Anya’s room, Penelope wiped the crumbs from Anya’s mouth as the little girl yawned sleepily.
- “That was the best cake ever,” Anya mumbled, her words slurring slightly from exhaustion.
- “I’m really glad you liked it, Anya,” Penelope said softly, placing the empty plate on the bedside table. “Now, it’s time for bed, young lady.”