CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Running around with an apron around her waist, Avery rushed to grab a curry from the base cabinet as she could smell her lump of cooking meat burning. The kitchen was smoking and she had to put off the cooker and dropped the pot close to the sink while she covered her mouth and began to cough.

A look of disappointment was displayed on her face, as she stared at her meat, all burnt up. Had she not given in to her worries and thoughts, she would have noticed the burning meat earlier and would have maybe done something to stop it from getting worse.

She took a step back and was standing before the door as her eyes scanned the messy kitchen. She sighed disappointedly, as she walked toward the counter and placed her head on it while staring at the pot at the sink. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and after some minutes, she chuckled to herself.

She could picture herself in her head, running helter-skelter around the kitchen, all because of a pot and cooking meat and she burst in