Sophia's POV
Tuesday Mei came back from Portugal.
She arrived at the estate at eleven in the morning with a large bag, a smaller bag, and a paper sack that smelled like something baked that morning which was impossible given she had been on a plane for three hours but Mei operated outside of normal constraints.
She put the paper sack on the kitchen counter and looked at me.
"Pastries," she said. "From the bakery near the village. I bought enough for everyone and told them to freeze what they didn't eat immediately."
"How did you keep them fresh on the plane," I said.
"I told the flight attendant they were medication," she said.
I stared at her.
"They're technically therapeutic," she said. "Sit down."
I sat down.
She put a pastry in front of me and sat across from me and looked at
