Mia's POV:

Talking to Glenda was easier than I thought. She had this calming and free spirit about her. I almost forgot the reason I was here in the first place until I was done with my meal. And it was an incredible chicken stew.

“You want seconds?” Glenda asked, picking up our bowls.

“No, thank you,” I said, waving my hands in front of her. “I'm good.”

“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, looking at the pot, “I thought I perfected the recipe. I guess it's not any good then. ...