““The cold bowl felt good. She'd been huddled up and crying for so long she was almost feverish. Paige took a spoonful, turned it into her mouth with the metal spoon against its roof so her tongue could capture every single drop of rich chocolate as it melted away. Good flavors and good feelings followed. She closed her eyes. Ah, comfort food. It really did its job. Paige spooned up another bite, slow and deliberate, making it last.””
