“Sorry.” I hold up my hands. “No apology necessary.” She shrugs and continues whipping whatever batter is in that big metal bowl of hers. “I just—I know how it can be.” “What?” She waves her hand around her head. “All of this. The love at Lovelight. We can be extra and I know it.” I grab a hand towel and fold it into neat squares, just for something to do with my hands. “You deserve extra, Layla. Don’t tuck away your happy on my account. I’m doing just fine.” Maybe that’s it. It’s when they feel the need to walk on eggshells that it bothers me the most. It’s like they’re all waiting for me to
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