"Mrs. Bennett," I said, nodding to Hannah. "Have a safe flight."Hannah nodded back, then turned her gaze toward Mike.Standing beside her, Mike suddenly reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a small paper bag before holding it out to me."Here…"His voice was barely a whisper. "I-I made them yesterday. You can try them at home."I took the paper bag and opened it up. Inside were a few homemade cookies. They were a little burnt around the edges and unevenly shaped, but I could tell that he had put real effort into making them."You made these?" I asked."Yeah." Mike looked down, rubbing the toe of his shoe against the floor tiles."The therapist said I should find a hobby, so I took up baking. These didn't turn out great. They're a bit burnt. If they taste terrible, you don't have to eat them…"As he spoke, his voice dwindled to a whisper, as though he wanted to disappear into his shell.I picked one up and took a bite. It was a little hard, and he had gone a bit heavy o
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