“Are you trying to poison me?” she hissed. “I’ve been throwing up all day!”
I blinked. “What? The cupcakes were perfectly fine. Maybe you shouldn’t eat stolen food.”
Her eyes darted away, and for a split second, I saw fear behind her anger. She shoved the box into my hands and stormed off.
I felt a pang of guilt. Had I gone too far?
The next day, I went to the community garden we both volunteered at. I tried to focus on planting marigolds, but Darlene was there too, avoiding my gaze like I had the plague.
