“I can’t,” she’d said quietly. “I’m on my way back to the city. They’ve given me a five a.m. shift on the line at Bostonian Bakery for tomorrow morning.” It took a second to make sense of that announcement. But no matter how I turned the words over in my head, I came up with the same conclusion. “You left Vermont? Already?” “Yeah,” she said softly. Just like that, my happy vibe collapsed. “Thanks for the warning.”
