#CHAPTER 119: Crosshairs

Sarah POV The entire time I had known Chef Rachel, she had demonstrated enthusiasm for her job, kindness toward the children, and conscientiousness about her job. I had barely seen her frown, let alone glare at a mixing bowl while furiously whipping at her batter and looking like she wanted to spit fire. “Rachel?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen. “Hello, Sarah,” she muttered before going still, closing her eyes, and taking in a deep breath. “Food not cooperating this morning?” She shrugged, went back to stirring, and despite all her attempts still looked angry. “I don’t want to intrude on your kitchen,” I said, “but I have to ask if this might involve the children.” She stopped stirring again and looked at me. “Indirectly.” “Then I have to ask you to share, please.” Rachel looked around and then lowered her tone. “It’s that Ella woman and that poor boy.” Goddess, what now? “Jordan?” “Whenever I have children to feed, I always get a detailed report from their