The bakery is dark when we get there. But that's not unusual. I look around with mixed feelings.
This place is chock full of memories for me. Good times and bad. Times when Dad was stressed out and missing Mom so much, he just fell down the rabbit hole that was drinking and gambling.
I was left to watch out for my little brother and now, in this place, I feel like such a failure.
“I'm sorry," I whisper as I walk behind the counter and touch my fingertips to the old, framed photo of the four of us together.
The picture shows me and Sammy in costumes holding plastic jack-o-lantern buckets, so I know it's Halloween.
I hear the men moving around, but I'm stuck in the past for another minute. Someone opens the door to my office and the protest of the hinges brings my head up.
Nico wanted
