EXTENDED EPILOGUE
KAISEN
I stood in the doorway of the bakery, watching as Dorie supervised the loading of the massive wedding cake into a van with her logo emblazoned on the side of it. She was heavily pregnant—heavily pregnant—and yet here she was, sweating with nerves as she drummed her fingers on the doorframe. The cake was a masterpiece, one of the most complicated designs she’d ever done, and she’d spent weeks perfecting it. But as much as I admired her dedication, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration.