I pushed him, snatched the bowl, and chugged it down.
“Emmaline!” Aiden yelled, grabbing the bowl. “You’ll burn yourself!”
I was about to roll my eyes when something invaded my nose. It was the smell of burning…?
I couldn’t explain it but…
My eyes widened as they locked on the door. “Aiden! My house is on fire!”
He turned, eyes widening.
“I—I will fix everything.”
Wait. Why was he acting like he knew what was going on?
“What—what did you do Aiden?”
“I think the chicken is— I’ll be right back!”
He was already running before I could stop him. I groaned.
This. This was what I was stuck with.
I stared at the door he’d raced through, recalling how he ran.
Despite myself, a soft low sound escaped my lips.
It took me a few seconds to realize I was laughing.
My first hearty
