At the exact moment, my stomach growls. I had forgotten breakfast existed with all the chaos that has been going on this morning. I've been frustrated to a T. My hand grips the doorknob once again, slowly pulling it until the door is wide enough for me to slip out of. My feet take very calculated steps when I make it out the bathroom with insufficient sound in my actions. I know Camilla is a light sleeper when she isn't in Adrian's arms hence the exaggerated tiptoe strategy.
Finally, I make it to the kitchen, my stomach growling with distress from being neglected all day long. The aroma of freshly baked cupcakes flares up my nostrils, causing an involuntary growl to escape me. My feet move towards the smell, ignoring everyone in the kitchen. Michelle is the one baking, her son strapped t
