Chapter Twenty One

It's the twins' birthday today. It's still four a.m., but I'm awake enough to bake two mini cakes for the boys. I've been making mini cakes for them since they were gone, and they're now used to waking up to my birthday songs and mini cakes the moment they open their eyes. I also do this on Eugene's birthday.

"Ouch!" I shouted in silence because of the pain when the toothpick from one of the cake toppers pricked my thumb.

"Ouch!" I quipped quietly in pain when a toothpick from one of the cake toppers pricked my thumb.

I haven't been able to concentrate since last night because I'm not feeling well. This must be because I'm too worried about Eugene's situation; I can't contact him, and the fact that today is the start of their operation to capture those criminals is driving me insane.

I only washed my hands and did not apply a plaster. I tried to clear my mind so that I could finish all of the cakes and make them more beautiful for the twins. When I'm finished, I breathe in and out an