CHAPTER 17

KENDRA’s POV -->

The smell of sugar and butter filled the kitchen, warm and comforting. I wiped a streak of flour from my cheek with the back of my hand and pulled the oven door open. A rush of heat kissed my face, and I slid the tray of cookies out carefully, setting it on the counter. Golden, just the way I liked them.

“Perfect,” I murmured, half to myself.

I hummed a little tune as I reached for the spatula, tapping the edge of the tray to loosen them. Baking always calmed ...