Ryder
When I walk into the bakery, I flip on the lights and look around. I'm feeling particularly nostalgic today, thinking about all the memories that Courtney, Charlie and I have made here in the past few years in addition to the memories my parents made here years ago.
I don't give it much thought usually, but I'm proud of what this place has become. My mom's been doing this all her life and taking over for her feels like I'm fulfilling her legacy. Maybe someday I can turn this place over to Charlie and keep it in the family for another generation.
I head to the kitchen and start up the oven, but I'm interrupted by a knock at the front door. We don't open for another hour and our hours of operation are clearly posted on the door. Thinking that it could be Courtney or my pa
