Chapter 4
Much as she hated to admit it, Steph truly did look forward to having an after-school snack prepared by her own mother, or her father. Even though Steph was the teacher now, and old enough to have been making them for her own kids for years now, if she’d had any.
And after what turned out to be a strange roller coaster of a day, she needed the little love-and-nutrition pick-me-up more than ever.
By the time she dropped her backpack loaded down with tests to grade, changed clothes, and made it to her parents’ cheerily bright and cozy kitchen, the irresistible scent of roasting garlic hung heavy in the air.
She padded across the huge orange Mexican tiles in her sock feet, still scrubbing her fingers through her hair and against her scalp.
That was the strangest tension hangove
