COURTNEY

The sun was barely up, but Leah, Tyler, and I didn't mind the loud music blasting in the background as we knead some doughs.

Tyler and I grimaced at Leah's high-pitched and off-key singing, sharing a brief glance, and smiled in relief when she paused to breathe

It's been weeks since we both saw this side of her, and we'd rather entertain it than bear to see her in a melancholic state every time.

“I wouldn't listen to the song if it was sang like that”, Tyler shouts at the ...