Olivia Seated on the kitchen stool, tears streamed down my face as I heard the door creak open. her boylfriend entered with an evident look of bewilderment.

"I'm sorry,"* olivia spoke in a muffled voice, wiping away her tears and the flour stain from her face.

"I tried to bake you cookies, but I ended up ruining them," she confessed, sobbing louder as her gaze fell upon the charred cookies on the kitchen counter