Chapter 11

He realized as he entered the kitchen that it’d been cleaned: all the dirty dishes that’d been left in the sink were draining on the rack, the surfaces were decluttered, and the refrigerator had been restocked.

“Oh,” Brian said, somewhat shocked.

“Yeah, I needed something to do,” Angel said with a shrug, then produced a small paper box from the refrigerator, and Brian recognized the stamp from a local bakery.

Angel opened the box, revealing two rows of brightly colored macarons.

“I got these to share,” he said, “but if you don’t like sweet things, I will happily eat them all by myself, and you can watch me.”

Brian laughed. “Depends on the flavor?”

“There’s a list.” Angel pulled out a little card. “Lots of different flavors. Let’s try them.”