LILY

Cheerful clatter echoed through the air. I leaned sideways, watching the kids intently behind the glass wall as they baked..

I had originally rejected the idea, telling Adrian no, especially when Emma piped up to join a little bakery class. She had said with absolute conviction, "I am old enough to bake! Most kids are asking to be a musician with a broken voice—you are lucky mummy!"

I didn't laugh, but Adrian laughed till he fell to the ground. Suddenly, it was one against four.

Noah joined in after Emma promised him free cakes.

“I don't like this place,” I muttered, staring through the glass wall at the teacher...