Chapter 44 A Simple Breakfast
- He froze in the doorway, his eyes sweeping over the scene—the flour-covered counter, sugar scattered like confetti, pancake batter splattered on the cabinets, and me, standing in the middle of it all, looking like I’d been through a food fight with a hurricane.
- “What on earth is going on here?” he demanded, his tone sharp.
- I turned to face him, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.