There was a gate but no bell. I opened it and walked in. I liked delivering to clients’ doors—it was interesting to know who bought from me. I knew some clients’ preferences, especially from deliveries I made myself.

I knocked, and it took a while for someone to answer. I lost my breath when Carly appeared.

Her hair was messy, tied in a sloppy high bun. She wore denim shorts and a plain shirt.

We stared at each other, both shocked. My heart sped up slightly, unsure what to expect.

“Mom, ...