Selina's POV
“I know you’re still angry at me. But please, don’t do anything you’ll regret just because you’re angry. And… I miss you.”
Miss me? He’s the reason I’m in this mess. He’s the reason my mother’s gone. And he misses me? What am I supposed to do with that?
I want to delete the text, but I stop myself. Instead, I shove the phone back into my pocket and keep walking.
The bakery feels empty when I get there. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The sunlight streaming through the windows is enough. I sit behind the counter, staring at the same spot on the floor where my mom used to stand, kneading dough with her usual determined expression.
I’m not sure how long I sit there, when Celine suddenly arrived.
“You look like hell,” she says, her heels clicking against the tile as s
