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into a beautiful cake that was still raw inside. But every Wednesday, while the house was empty, I tried again. Eventually, I pulled a golden three-layer cake from the oven, covered in amber glaze and crowned with candied walnuts arranged exactly as Rosalind had drawn them.

That was the cake I baked for Mark’s birthday.

I hid it inside a cheap white continue reading …