Chapter Eighteen
"Ouch!"
Romey dropped the knife and brought her thumb to her mouth. The small nick of blood tasted metallic on her tongue mixed with the savory hint of spring onion. Together, the open wound and the ripe onion stung, and she yanked her finger from her mouth.
By the time she pulled her injured finger from her mouth, the blood had dried up. No need for a bandage. She moved to the kitchen sink to shove her finger under a cool spray of faucet water instead.
The first droplet hit her flesh, soothing the wound. From the corner of her eye, she saw red. The flames on the stove rose high. The water from the pot boiled over on the stove.
Leaving the faucet running, Romey dashed into action to save the noodles inside the pot. But it was too late. The contents of the pot spilled
