My eyes focus on the paper before me, unwilling to look up and face the kitchen and the memories it holds. My heart hears Eric sing as he cooks, the children laugh as they play, and Christopher’s music traveling up from the basement. While signing the final page of the escrow documents, I exhale the last breath of my old life.

When I told my children they could have the house, looks of horror crossed their faces, as they understood my decision to move to Montana was final. Donovan and I have agreed to come here at least every Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas so I can continue to fix those meals and spend precious time with our family—giving us two worlds. As for the bakery, I signed that over to Sunshine last night.