“Where’s my chicken salad?” Regan’s eyebrows furrowed in obvious confusion for several moments before something dawned on her. “Oh! I had to throw it out. And the other perishables we had in there. The power was off for a few hours, and I was worried that something smelled… not right? I couldn’t determine what it was, but I didn’t want to chance it.” Emma stared, feeling like she was on crazy pills. “So, you got rid of everything. Even my things.”
Reagan is so anoying
