She hugged me.
Best $8.42 you ever spent.
Through the window, Thomas stood near the back while my nephews smeared frosting across a table I’d refinished.
Forty years didn’t disappear because he gave me a building.
But the bakery was open.
For six years, I’d known what tomorrow would look like.
For once, I had no idea.
Turns out, there were better things than predictable.