CHAPTER 11

"Let me guess. . . Toffee popcorn flavour, right?" Jedd grins down at me, pointing at the unusual flavoured ice cream through the glass. "You got it." I respond, drooling as I stare at my most favourite ice cream flavour. Close your mouth Bella before everyone witnesses you salivating like an English Bulldog. The small ice cream shop is ran by an old friendly guy named John. He's been friends with Dad ever since I can remember which means extra ice cream privileges for Jedd and I. Since...