TORY
The smell of fresh cookies hit my nose, and the sense of peace being here was something I had yearned for since I left Louisiana. All I could hear was the sound of clattering dishes as Emmeline moved around, her breathing getting labored.
“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.
“Yes, I am. Just want to have everything ready for John and his friends. They’re coming here after school to do their homeworks and spend some time in the pool. It might end up being a sleepover.” Emmeline chuckled.
“I wish I could help you.” I mentioned.
“Oh, you can definitely help me.” She replied, her tone rising into a cheerful one. Before long, I felt a cold bowl against my hand.
“You can beat the eggs while I prepare the rest of the ingredients for the cake,” she ordered, handing me a cardboard box
