Quinn brought the hot chocolate back to the sofa in her room and sat down.

“Quinn, do you have something on your mind?” Zoey sat beside her and asked with concern.

“No, not at all.”

Quinn dared not meet her mother’s eyes, fearing that her guilt would be exposed.

She took a shallow sip and the excessive richness had her exclaiming, “Mom, did you put all the chocolate we have at home in this? It’s so thick, I can’t drink it. I don’t want it.”

“Your cycle is irregular and you’ll be prone to cr