“Ellie,” he said.

“My love.

I thought you knew I was only ever teasing you because I adore it.

I adore that about you.” He turned to me.

“I feel just awful.

Brenda would have loved to try your bread.

Wouldn’t you, Brenda?” “I really, really would have,” I said, and I let out a long breath, a breath it felt like I had been holding not just for an hour, but somehow for years.

Chapter 26 — Every Single Sunday