Chapter 50 Impressive
- I needed a distraction.
- Standing in the kitchen, I stared blankly at the fridge like it held the answers to life’s most pressing questions. Harper’s annoyingly perfect face kept flashing in my mind, and Mr. Thorne’s rare smile wasn’t helping either. My chest still felt tight, and my hands itched to do something—anything—to drown out the noise in my head.
- So, I decided to cook.