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Michele was stunned. She couldn’t move for a few seconds as Zach’s harsh words sunk in. When they did, tears sprang to her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. No sound, no thoughts, no anything.
She clamped it shut again and turned back to her work. She sniffed and fought her tears as she lined the pan with lady fingers. She poured espresso over the neat layer, then started on the rest of the dessert.
Zach worked behind her, not saying anything. She knew one day her inability to shut up would get her in trouble. She shook her head at herself. She never should have asked to change a recipe. It was clearly a sensitive subject for Zach. But after the last week, when he finally talked to her and seemed human, she didn’t think much of the simple request.
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