It was long after everyone had left— the customers who had once formed a line out the door were gone. The shelf of trays, normally full and waiting to be taken home, was empty of pastries, and the steaming pots of coffee had long run dry, when a knock on the door pulled all of us out of our baking moment.
Truth be told, something as simple as baking with Grim and my mother made me so happy— a truly rare moment these days— that I barely even realized how quickly the time went.
Before Grim, time was excruciatingly slow. Work felt slow. Sleep felt slow. Thinking felt slow. Days couldn't end faster for me.
But the last few hours? It flew by so fast, I almost forgot what we were supposed to do in the first place.
Even Grim seemed to stiffen in surprise, looking up suddenly with his eyes nar
