"I don’t know."

Izzy shook her head and started pulling ingredients out of the bag, getting ready to cook.

Standing at the doorway, Eliana watched her and felt a wave of concern.

What if she got electrocuted? Or turned on the gas and started a fire?

She sighed, set down her water glass, and picked up the ingredients, heading toward the fridge.

"Sweetheart, let me help you. What do you want to eat? Auntie will cook for ...