CHANTELLE’S HOME
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Janice inquired as she carefully placed a cake box in the car.
Chantelle glanced at the phone screen one more time with a worried look. Her stepmother, Bella, has been blowing up her phone like crazy. As curious as a part of her wants to find out at least what might be going on, she knew better than to indulge her family members if she wanted to be at peace. When they call, it is not to find out about her well-being; the intention is to cause her trouble in any way they can. These past few months have been the most restful moments for her. She would hate to ruin it for herself.
“It’s nothing.” She replied, holding up a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Her friend gave her a suspicious look. “Are you sure?”
“I am very sure, J
