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Even Grandma, who always offered a second chance, didn’t say a word in her defense.
Dad rubbed his forehead like he had a headache building. “You made your bed, kid,” he said, sounding older than I’d ever heard him.
Kayla’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. She turned her glare to all of us. Then, without a word, she grabbed her bag, reached for the cake box, and then froze.
Maybe she realized she couldn’t carry out half a mangled cake without looking ridiculous.
She left it.
The bell clanged behind her. The door shut, and with it, the tension finally started to drain from the room.
Susan stepped forward, clearing her throat.
“Evelyn,” she said carefully, “I’m sorry for Kayla’s behavior.” She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. “Charge me for a full cake.
And for your time.”
Grandma shook her head. “That’s not nec—”
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