I nod and glance around, searching the clear counters for any stray dish. “Your mom said Vashti left one of her dishes?” “I don’t think so.” A frown puckers Yasmen’s brows. “She double-checked before she left.” I hesitate, knowing I have no reason to linger, but feeling compelled to speak. “It was good, what Seem said today, huh?”
Fell for that easy trap set by the MIL
