Chris arrived in less than half an hour.
As soon as she entered, she rushed to me, grabbing my hands and inspecting them closely. "Leah, what happened? Did someone bully you?"
Her eyes darted towards Alec with an accusatory glare.
I couldn't stand it. "Stop looking at him. It's not Alec, it's..."
A serial killer, I thought, but swallowed the words.
"Chopping vegetables," I said instead.
Yeah, I can't cook, and I cut myself trying to learn.
I gave Chris a confident look. "I was just chopping vegetables. I was learning to cook, and it slipped out of my hands, cutting me instead."
"So, you grabbed the knife?" Chris looked skeptical.
I nodded.
When Chris realized I had hurt myself, she started indirectly blaming Alec. "You should have watched her. Leah has never cooked before. How co
