Chapter 12 The Pasta

• Winona didn't overthink it. She was still weak, her mind was foggy, and she wasn't in any state to decipher the hidden implications in Melanie's words.
• Winona gave a slight nod, a subtle smile gracing her face as she said, “All right.”
• The living room was eerily silent. At a glance, Velma could tell that sparks of hostility were flying between the two ladies, so she hastily made up an unimportant excuse to leave.