In the end, she wasn't able to tell Colin about it last night. She wanted to, but when she started, something in her prevented it. This led her to baking.
A quirk that was hard to break free of, the habit she had from her past life, baking was the only normalcy that kept her from breaking apart.
It was past midnight when she crept into Julie's kitchen, careful not to wake the twins. Fall was already at the door when she got there, his tail thumping once against the floor, as if he had been waiting for her.
"Don't tell on me," she whispered.
He didn't. He simply lay down beside the oven like he had every right to be there.
The kitchen was dark and quiet, the way a house is when its owners are half a world away. She turned on the overhead light and winced at how bright it was. Then she opened the pantry and found flour, sugar, butter, and cinnamon.
Her hands knew what to do before her mind caught up.
