CELINE’s P O V

As I walked into the dining room, I noticed that Jake was sitting at the table by himself… eating the bread that I had made.

‘‘Celine…’’ he greeted me with a grin before waving his hand and motioning for me to come closer to him.

‘‘Hey… where’s Mr. Anderson?’’

‘‘He went back to his room. He said he was going to wake up Aunt Olivia…’’ he responded as he took a bite out of the piece of bread in his hand. ‘‘This is ...