Chapter Twenty One
I'm smiling when Mary hands me a small box, and she narrows her eyes at me.
"Are you up to something?"
I feel my eyes widen. I'm too tired to be up to anything, but she must read my smile as gears shifting in my head, which it absolutely is.
She's too perceptive, so I have to watch myself before I get questioned more by her than by my sister.
"Not at all. Do you want me to put the money in the register, or give it to you?"
She shakes her head, then takes my arm and turns me around, walking beside me to the door. I don't look back at Michael and Emily, having seen all I need to see to give me a tiny shred of hope.
I'm just not sure what to do with that hope.
"Are you sure?"
Brownies are a dollar each, so it isn't like the diner is going to miss out a whole lot if
