Gabriela opened the oven, waiting for the steam to disperse before pulling the tray from inside and setting it on the tiny table. This was the first time she tested the old oven in the apartment — so far her brother had been bringing her food when he checked on her, or Brenda occasionally prepared extra sandwiches for her to eat so she didn’t have to worry about dinner. The rest of the time, the semi-frozen foods from the convenience store had turned into her best friends.
But she had decided to try making something for a change and the lasagna hadn’t turned half as bad as she thought it would.
She was just about to dig with her fork directly from the tray when a knock came from the door. She frowned, glancing at the old clock hanging on the wall, showing it was almost nine. It had to b
