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“Lakelyn, I’m very concerned… about why you standing there interrogating the refrigerator when the bacon about to burn.”

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

Lord, give me strength.

My eyes shifted toward Granny, but I dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it came.

There was no way she had paid for all of this. Even if she had decided to splurge for some reason, Granny would’ve announced it before the first bag hit the counter. That woman did not spend money quietly.

I could already imagine her response.

“With what money, baby? You know this old lady is living off a fixed income, a little disability money, and the Lord’s favor. I can keep some food in the house, but I ain’t out here secretly funding Kroger.”

So yeah, definitely not Granny.

“Okay, well, did somebody come by this morning with a delivery?”

Granny shook her head. “Not that I heard. And unless they learned how to unload all those bags without opening a door, ringing a bell, or making a sound, I don’t know when they would’ve done it.”

“Right.”

Willow cleared her throat and returned to the griddle. “Well, whoever bought them, they got good taste.”

“How are you so calm about this?” I demanded, throwing my hands up.

“Because panicking ain’t never paid nobody’s light bill.”

I motioned toward the refrigerator again, exasperated. “You don’t think it’s strange that all this food just appeared overnight out of thin air?”

“Yes.”

“Then why aren’t you worried?”

Willow slowly set the spatula down on the spoon rest, her lips pressed together in a tight, guilty line.

I narrowed my eyes, stepping right into her space.

“Willow, do you know something? What aren’t you telling me?”

She sighed heavily and rested both hands against the marble counter. “I probably should’ve told you this before now.”

My stomach tightened with sudden dread. “Told me what?”

She suddenly became extremely interested in one of her manicured fingernails, picking at the cuticle. “Remember the first day we moved in, when I came downstairs and said I was finishing the rest of my unpacking down here?”

“Yeah.” I narrowed my eyes. “I thought you were just being dramatic about something.”

“I was being dramatic, but I had a reason.”

That immediately had my attention. “What happened?”

Willow released a long breath. “Remember that Fenty lip gloss I was looking for?”

“The thirty-something-dollar one you act like needs its own insurance policy?”

“It was thirty-four dollars, to be exact, and that is not the point.” She paused before continuing. “I had just taken it out of my makeup case and put it on the vanity. I turned around to unpack some more stuff, and when I faced the counter again, it was sitting beside the faucet.”

I frowned. “Maybe you put it there.”