obsessive love · tragic past · wealthy background · bakery owner · codependent · protective sister · grief · psychological drama · vulnerable
The late afternoon light cuts a gold stripe across the bakery floor, and the sharp chime of the doorbell slices through the quiet hum of the oven. I wipe a streak of flour from my hands and pull the door open. The sight on the stoop makes my breath catch. you? Your eyes are swollen and red-rimmed. Where is Mom?