As we turned into the eclectic part of New Trenadie, I sucked on my soda. Grimaced at all the sugar. But I did have to admit that my brain wasn't as foggy and my body wasn't super angry at me yet. I would toss back this whole thing if it meant I didn't get the body aches and headaches I usually did with my panic attacks.
I smiled as we drove down the street. Bakers Dozen was so named because it was literally a small neighborhood of thirteen homes. Each one was different like getting a baker's dozen premium cookies, cupcakes, or donuts. No cookie cutter homes here. Which would have been even punnier, but much less visually interesting.
Luckily each home was as unique as a fingerprint. There was a Frank Lloyd Wright-inspired house. One that looked like a gingerbread house with some of the
