I called in sick to my job search. Which was ridiculous because I didn't actually have a job, but I told Sophie I wasn't feeling well and needed a day to myself. She saw right through me, obviously, but she let me have it. I spent the morning doing what I always did when I needed to think—I baked. My kitchen was barely big enough for one person, but I managed to make chocolate chip cookies, banana bread, and a lemon cake that didn't quite rise properly. By noon, my apartment smelled like a bakery and I had enough baked