Rose

“What got you down this morning?”

I look up and force a smile at Frida. “Nothing, I’m fine,” I said, lying through my teeth.

“Bullshit. I can see it all over your face. You are upset about something. Besides, you keep messing up this morning and nearly overcooked the pastries,” Frida says and narrows her eyes at me.

I sigh. I don’t have a lot of people to talk to, so I might as well confide in Frida. “I had a fight with Stanley last night. Well, not exactly a fight, ...