Forty-Seven Guests Watched Maya Leave With Two Suitcases—Then Her Mother’s Orchid Ring Led to the Money Her Husband Said She Didn’t Have
“We can make a pink one.”
EPILOGUE — Pink Frosting Again
At the grocery store, Lily held the list while Maya pushed the cart.
“Milk,” Lily said, recognizing the word Maya had read aloud twice.
“Good.”
“Bananas.”
“Good.”
“Cake.”