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I reach for it.

He lifts it higher.

“Will.”

“Sage.”

“Give it to me.”

“Ask nicely.”

I step on his foot.

He hands it over.

Sean watches us from across the island.

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” Will says.

“He tried to ruin the biscuits.”

“I used the tool she gave me.”

“You twisted it.”

Will looks at Sean.

“Do you understand what I did wrong?”

“No.”

“Thank you.”

“That doesn’t mean you didn’t do it wrong.”

Hayley laughs.

The kitchen becomes louder.

Men argue about coffee.

Arthur burns the first pan of bacon.

Taylor tries to open the oven before the cinnamon rolls finish baking.

Kane threatens to throw him out of the room.

Holt quietly eats one of the blueberry scones before I glaze them.

I catch him.

He doesn’t apologize.

For two years, I ate alone whenever I could.

I slept behind locked doors.