JADE
I take Cleo to the kitchen. There’s no sign of Lukas. I had craned my neck and kept peeping at the hallway right outside to arrive at that.
My chest feels queasy. I move around, gathering supplies, but the burning sensation in my eyes won’t go away.
I picture him marching into the room that had the piano. How he held me against it. The rip. I wince in memory of the pain I felt.
There’s a sting in my chest. It’s not stopping. It’s causing my eyes to water.
I place a hand over my forehead to gauge my body temperature. Maybe I’m not feeling too well.
“Are you okay?” Cleo asks me again while I brush past her with a piping bag, which we’ll use much later.
A tight-lipped smile later. “Yea, I am. We will start by sifting the flour to remove impurities.”
I show her how it’s done and
