The Excuses We Make Sunlight spilled through the bakery’s front windows, casting a honeyed glow over the display case. The ladies had just finished a series of meeting with three potential clients, and it wasn’t even noon yet. Becca wiped down the counter with more force than necessary, her back to Chelsea, who was slumped…...
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