“I love you, Cleo.” Saying the words loosened something in my chest. Something that I’d been holding in for far too long. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I walked into the bakery and spotted you, covered in flour and blueberry stains on your fingers.” “But that was . . .” Her forehead furrowed. The beginning. I’d been in love with her from the beginning. “All this time?”
