Rae arrived at the rec center at nine o’clock, the same time she did every morning. She stomped snow and slush from her boots and slicked her hair out of her face. She didn’t miss her office, or the stress of organizing youth programs and overseeing the Sports Complex. She still got to see her friends.
She moved around the front desk and went down the hall, lifting her phone from her purse when it chimed. Ben had texted about their upcoming New Year’s Eve Sunday dinner at the farm, and whether she’d be able to bring her now-famous chocolate chunk cookies.
Since she’d started her new job at the rec center, she had time and energy to cook. Well, she baked mostly, but Ben didn’t complain when he had to eat a peanut butter sandwich on freshly baked bread for dinner.
Sure, no problem, she te
