Chapter 176

  Amara's POV

  Wednesday morning.

  Two days to December fourteenth.

  I woke up thinking about food.

  Not the nervous kind of thinking.

  The practical kind.

  Seven people.

  The extended table.

  Mrs. Petrakis's chair of the correct height.

  The pasta.

  But not just pasta.

  Pasta required ot...

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