C11 Chapter 11

I tied my hair into a messy ponytail before opening cabinets and drawers, searching for everything I'd need. Thankfully, whoever stocked this kitchen believed in buying extras because every ingredient was exactly where it should be.

Flour.

Eggs.

Butter.

Milk.

Vanilla.

Chocolate chips.

Perfect.

"I can help," Anita offered as she leaned against the island.

"So can I," Elliot added