I stare at the walls of my childhood home, my fingers tracing the faded edges of the old wooden counter. For days, I’ve been going back and forth, thinking about turning this place into a baking school. It’s a good idea. A meaningful one. But something about it doesn’t sit right with me.I exhale, pressing my palm flat against the surface. I thought keeping this house would bring me comfort, a way to hold onto my mom’s memory, but I realize now that it’s only holding me back. I have a new home. A new future with Sebastian and our baby. It’s time to let go.The front door creaks open, and I already know it’s Sebastian before he even speaks.“You okay?” His voice is gentle, cautious. He knows how much this house means to me.I turn to face him, nodding. “Yeah. I was just thinking.”He steps closer. “About?”“Selling it. Letting it go.” I glance around, taking in the memories wrapped up in every corner. “At first, I thought turning it into a baking school would be perfect. But now… it ju
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