Chapter Twenty Nine
"Sorry," I hear Sydney call out as she slides past Emily, who looks a little unsure of how to respond.
When she turns to face me, I see that her usually perfect skin is a little blotchy, her eyes red as if she's been crying. I hope nothing has happened to Cathy since I saw Mark earlier, but since I don't keep my phone with me at the counter, I wouldn't see any text Michael might have sent.
My stomach growls just as Emily steps up to the glass case and starts to look at the pies and muffins inside.
"I heard about your lasagna. I think between the two of us, we could keep the Lindsay men fed and happy until Cathy is back up to the task."
Her smile is small but genuine, and I'm relieved. I don't want to hurt her, and I don't want to think of her as a rival for Michael
