“Ouch!” I yelped as I dropped the tray I was trying to fish out of the oven onto the kitchen counter.
Pain seared through my hand and I quickly rushed to hold it under running water, the burning sensation excruciating.
“Mia? You okay?” Drew rushed over.
“I’m fine.” I responded impatiently not being able to hide my frustration.
I let out a huff shaking out my hand.
A million things were wrong; our dad thinking it was even the least bit okay to call me, Kaden making me mad because he offered to ‘handle it’. Didn’t he realise just how risky that was? I don’t get why he didn’t understand I didn’t want anyone risking their lives for me.
Drew walked over to the refrigerator and took out some ice cubes wrapping them in a kitchen towel before bringing it over to me.
“Mia, the point of oven
