The Girl She Baked

Summary

I loved cake.

Every day, Dad would bring a small slice home for me after work.

Mom, on the other hand, bought a brand-new stand mixer, baking pans, a whole arsenal of tools, and patiently taught herself how to bake for me.

I used to think I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Then came the day my parents got divorced, and the woman who came to pick up my father was the owner of the bakery.

My mother’s head snapped toward me, her eyes bloodshot.

“This is your fault! If you hadn’t been so obsessed with that damned cake, your father never would have met her!”