Celia and Darcy were in the midst of prepping lunch and dinner when the kitchen door banged open. A startled young woman stood in the doorway. She had long brown hair and striking blue eyes, though they were red-rimmed and swollen, streaked with tears.
“Hi,” Darcy said gently, setting down the spices she had been using to season the meat. “Are you alright?”
The girl shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Do you…” Celia hesitated, setting the knife she had been using to chop vegetables aside. “Do you want something to drink?”
The girl swallowed and gave a small nod. Celia moved to the fridge, pulling out a pitcher of lemonade Hazel had made before going on break, and poured a glass. She placed a hand lightly on the girl’s shoulder and guided her to a stool at one of the
