Busted

Busted

Ed’s car is in the garage already. That means I’ll have to be quiet. I slowly push our front door open and hold my breath, listening for an indication of whereabouts he is. I take off my shoes and creep along the hardwood floor. No sign of him downstairs, so I take the risk. I have no choice; it’s calling me. I open the pink cardboard box and the intoxicating, sweet scent fills my world. I take my first bite and crumbly, chocolatey heaven-sent cake explodes in my mouth. “Nicki,” I suddenly hear, “What happened to the diet?!”

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