The Plan

Chapter 117

BIANCA’S POV

“What’s in the lunchbox? Can I take it to the kitchen?” I asked Mr. Sam, coming back to reality from my busy thoughts that overwhelmed me.

He shrugged to show he had no idea. Probably he wasn’t there when Jessica packed it.

“Do you mind if I have a look?”

Of course, he will mind. I didn’t even know why I had to ask.

“Sure.”

I set down the tray with the coffee pot and Alex’s apple juice which I just realized I hadn’t given him yet on the table. I took the lunchbox and opened it. Inside was a small container filled with sliced fruits and veggies—apples, bananas, berries, carrots, and cucumbers. There was also a mini peanut butter sandwich and a well-known brand of kids’ fruit juice.

“Mmmh,” I slurped my lips, savouring the goodness as if the lunch was for me. Eight years old me would have probably finished the juice, and sandwich, picked the bananas and berries and then left the apples, carrots and cucumbers for Alex. “Lots of healthy stuff. Jessica sure does