With a deep breath, she stood. She had cried enough for a lifetime and she knew it never helped anything. Tears had only angered her aunt more and Lisa had learned that there was a time for self-pity and a time to move on. She’d allowed herself a moment of weakness and now it was time to move on.

With head held high and shoulders back, she walked out into the kitchen, hearing for the first time the oven timer beeping away. The pudding. She could already smell the burnt chocolate ...