Eight
Ellie
The next morning, I get to the bakery extra early. There are a few phone messages asking for custom cakes, so I write them all down, with plans to call them later in the morning. I really wanted to get in early, so I could prepare myself to break the news to Vikki. She’s never been on her own long-term in the bakery. If she doesn’t want to do it, I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t trust anyone other than her to run it while I’m away.
The back door opens, and I can hear her teeth chattering. “It’s chilly this morning, isn’t it?” I call out.
She snorts and joins me behind the glass cases, her scarf wrapped a million times around her neck, and her nose bright red. “Just a little. Did you hear we might have snow tonight?”
I nod. “Yep. Depending on which way the storm system sh
