Taking her seat Macy looked at the plate Zach set in front of her. “Is this your specialty?”
Zach smiled, “I thought you might be hungry, and sadly I do not cook often. This is one of the few things I can do.”
Picking up her fork, Macy took a bite of the French toast. She sighed in content. “This is really good.”
Sipping more coffee and focusing on her breakfast Macy was quiet. As she ate, she thought about the situation she was in. It worried her that after only three weeks on her own she had already landed herself in a dangerous situation. Her life had been so sheltered that she did not realize how easily things could go wrong. The rush to spread her wings seemed like a good idea at first, but now she just wanted to be anywhere else. She thought about Marie.
