Anastasia's POV
I didn't know what else to do so I could forget about everything else other than baking.
For the next few hours I baked until midnight and my hands moved through familiar motions while my mind stayed mercifully blank. Knead dough, shape rolls, decorate pastries. Mix batter, pour into pans, set timers. Clean counters, wash dishes, start over.
I did not think about Leon or the kiss or the roses Lucas left on my doorstep. I did not think about the threatening phone call or the fact that my ex-husband was watching me. I just baked and baked until my back ached and my fingers cramped and exhaustion finally let me sleep a few hours.
The next afternoon, Sara showed up at the bakery with coffee and a determined expression.
"You look terrible," she said as she walked in.
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