Chapter 10
I woke up the next morning alone and cold. The pillow Max had been sleeping on was cool, telling me he’d been gone a while. Even though he’d said he would have to go, I couldn’t help the crushing feeling.
Shaking off my melancholy, I showered, dressed, and headed down to start my day. I let myself sleep in a little since I had so much left from the day before while we were at the hospital. Still, I couldn’t go an entire day without baking. I would get restless and anxious.
Downstairs I started the coffee pot and listened to the whir of the mixers as I made my first batch of muffins. When the snowplow passed by my front window I forced myself not to turn on the lights, or to wait for him to knock. Max had gotten what he wanted. Chances were I’d never see him again.
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