My hands were sticky, my back ached, and there was frosting in my hair.
But it was done.
I sat down in the quiet, staring at that ridiculous little cake, and tried not to cry.
They leaned in every direction.
***
Money had been painfully tight since the divorce. I picked up extra shifts wherever I could, and even then, the numbers never quite worked out the way I wanted. Caleb had asked for a basketball cake from the fancy bakery near the mall.
I smiled and said, « How about Mom makes you one? » because ordering one wasn’t an option.
He hesitated, then nodded as if he were doing me a favor.
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