Chapter Seven
“It has to work,” she said to her staff in the bakery. The effort had cost her money so far, but if they worked hard, if they really pushed, they’d be able to raise what they needed to save her son.
Adalia’s heart was overrun with fear. Solitude was her chosen state right now. She could hardly bear looking at Trent. She needed to make this work for her family. The alternative would mean the end of everything she loved, and the thought made her stomach clench tight.
She fiddled with a few of the cupcakes on the tray, each one coated with white icing and an orange ribbon for leukemia. The words read ‘Save Baby Isaac’ in letters of the same color.
Fondant and batter. That was her weapon in this fight against her son’s illness and their dire financial situation.
Adalia nodde
