Chapter 52

Tessa's pov

* 3 years later *

One. Two. Three. I counted the pancakes in my head as I set them on the plate. I open a drawer and pull out a knife, cutting them into smaller pieces. They had to be triangles, they had to be precise. Even the cherries had to be perfect and pretty.

Everything had to be right.

"Mom," a small voice brushes my ears as tiny hands tug at my arm. I look down and there he wa