Chapter 32

• KEYLA
• The muffin was warm. That was the first thing I noticed. The smell of sweet berries hit my nose, and it actually did remind me of home. Of the times when I used to sit at my aunt’s old table, feet dangling from the chair while she baked and hummed some song from her youth.
• My fingers moved slowly as I picked it up, and for a second, I just stared at it. It was shaped like a heart. Of course, he would ask them to do that.