Chapter 87 A Bake Sale Turning Into a Power Move

The door pushed inward. The brass hinges creaked a warning.

I threw my weight against the window sash. I shoved the glass down. It hit the sill with a heavy thud. My mother stood in the doorway. She wore her faded uniform, a steaming mug of coffee in her hand. The dark circles under her eyes mirror...

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