The walk home didn't take her long and before she knew it, she was in front of her apartment door and heading inside. She walked into a quiet home and she secretly had hoped to be greeted by him, but he wasn't there. She sighed and shut the door behind herself.
Madeleine shrugged off her coat and hung it up on a hook that she had created from an old 1920's door plate and a drawer pull that she had found fitting for it. She had picked it up at a thrift shop a while ago. It had been cheaper than buying one at the local shops that were manufactured in ceramic and lacquered in a shiny pastel paint. She blew out air in a slow drawn-out breath and made her way to her kitchen. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and turned the oven on to preheat.
She felt like baking. She hadn't done
