Nineteen
“I didn’t expect to see you this morning. Is everything okay?”
Sitting at the kitchen table, Jules had her head propped on her hand, staring out the window into their tiny backyard. It looked so desolate out there without the flowers her mom cultivated spring through fall.
Her mom said digging in the dirt helped her work out a lot of her anxieties during her cancer treatment.
Jules did the same with bread dough. Which was why, at 8:30 in the morning, she already had a loaf in the oven and had just put another in a bowl to rise.
“No, I don’t think it is.”
“Okay.” Her mom poured a cup of coffee and joined Jules at the table. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I think…I might not be seeing Erik anymore.”
Her mom’s expression didn’t change. “And why do you think that?”
“Because last
