Bonus: Happy Birthday, Nic.
Summer. "You didn’t have to come help me," I say to Mags as she helps me finish preparing the Red Velvet cake I’m making for Nic. After the dulce de leche muffins, Red Velvet has become his favorite dessert, so choosing this cake for his birthday was an easy decision. "Ever since Dakota and my grandson went on vacation to Brazil, I’ve been a bit lonely…" she tells me, a hint of melancholy in her voice. "Dakota told me they invited you to go with them, but you decided not to." "I’m too old for that kind of thing now. Besides, they need some time alone, don’t you think?" I bite back a smile, nodding, because I know she’s also referring to Nic and me. He and I travel a lot—our apartment walls are filled with photographs that have immortalized the trips we’ve taken in recent months. Find
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