life.”
“Did she say that to you?”
“Not to my face. But Aunt Karen told Mom, and Mom told me.”
I sighed. “Of course she did.”
Maya bit her lip. “Sometimes I feel bad. Like… I keep thinking about the bakery. All the regular customers. The little kids who loved the cupcakes. And I wonder if maybe we could have just asked them again. Or just never gone back.continue reading …
