Chapter 30

Lydia stared at her plate, fork stabbing at pancakes gone cold. The food that had tasted so perfect minutes ago now felt like cement in her throat. One bite. Two. Nothing went down. With a frustrated sigh, she dumped the remainder into the sink. The pancakes she'd been so proud of just minutes ago now seemed like evidence of her naive attempt at normalcy. As if breakfast could fix whatever was going on between them.