~CHAPTER FORTY ONE~
I ask for the chef, and he comes rushing toward me like I’ve summoned him with urgency.
“Please make pasta,” I say, already feeling the hunger claw at me. “And peppered chicken. I’m starving.”
He bows immediately. “Right away, ma’am,” and disappears into the kitchen.
I walk upstairs with Snow still curled in my arms. The moment I step into my room and set her down, she refuses to leave me. She clings to my ankle, tiny body wrapped around me…like she’s afraid I will leave again.
I laugh softly. “You really missed me, didn’t you?”
My luggage is already taken straight to the dressing room. Of course it is. Everything here moves without my permission. During the drive back, I make a quiet decision, one that settles heavy but firm in my chest.
If I die tomorrow, that
