Chapter 48 Wd
- Amelia's POV
- The flickering flame from the stovetop danced on the nervous beads of sweat forming on Eddie's forehead. He held a spatula in one hand, the metal slightly warped from the heat, and a pan in the other, filled with a questionable brown concoction.
- "Are you sure you have this under control, Eddie?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of amusement and a touch of concern.