Chapter 130

LYDIA’S POV

My hands were covered in flour, and I was fist-deep in a big bowl of vanilla cake batter when the loud, familiar squeak of brakes sounded outside.

I looked through the glass window of my small bakery just in time to see the yellow school bus pull up to the curb.

The doors swung open, and five-year-old Hazel stepped down, her little pink backpack bouncing against her shoulders.

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