9
Sutton
“Why don’t you go open up the shop? I can finish up here,” Kimber said. With her back still to me, she pulled a selection of cupcakes out of the oven.
I carefully washed my hands and tried to smudge off a stray bit of flour from my cheek before making my way up to the front.
The weekend had been…quiet. After my breakdown with Jenny, I’d recovered and felt a smidgen better. Guilt still crept through me when I thought about what I’d done with David, but it had been nice. It had felt nice.
I shook my head as thoughts of David ran through my mind on repeat. We’d spoken a few times through text, but it was clear that he was giving me space to breathe. I appreciated it. Wrestling with my thoughts alone was hard enough.
Baking helped though. I had weekends off at Kimber’s, but I’d
