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onto the porch.

“Mom, Rachel brought cinnamon bread.”

The smell reached me a second later—warm sugar, butter, and spice.

For one breath, I was twelve again, standing beside Grandma June while she pulled a loaf from the oven.

I followed Noah into the kitchen.

Rachel sliced the bread while her daughters argued over the end pieces. Ellie carried plates to continue reading …