Chapter 177

Cooking a heartfelt meal? Anna actually considered that, but every time she even got near the kitchen, Megan would act like she was about to set the house on fire, which totally killed the idea. No cooking, so maybe write a letter to say sorry? That seemed doable. Once she decided, Anna snapped into action, writing page after page with tears threatening to spill—she even thought it was kind of touching. Just to be safe, she dragged Sandra over to check it out. "Anna, you really wrote this?" Anna was sipping her milk, ready to bask in Sandra's admiration, only to see her wearing this weird look. "Yeah, why? Not good?" Sandra twitched her lips, clearly unimpressed. "You and Julian had a fight, and you wrote this kiddie apology letter? If he forgives you after reading this, I'll eat my shoe." Then her eyes lit up as if she had a thought, and she motioned for Anna to come closer, whispering, "Seriously though, what did you even do to piss him off so bad he's been giving you the silent trea