Letters and Lemon Cake

The next morning smelled like sugar and memory.

I woke up to the sound of laughter in the kitchen and the warm, lemon-sweet scent of Marcy’s cake baking in the oven—something she only made when things were good.

Not perfect.

Not fixed.

Just good.

I stayed in bed a little longer than usual, curled...

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