Tension knotted tighter in Polly’s chest. She hated violence in concept, but had just committed an assault with a cupcake. It was a heavy one, closer to a muffin, designed to make more of an impact. She had driven one invader away, but at what cost?

Polly took another few TUMS and chewed with a purpose, the hurt healing, in her body if not her spirit. She only hoped she had made the right choice. It was so hard to know for sure until after the fact.

The screen ...