““I wanted to ask you if you could help me with it,” she said, her voice shaking. “You know, give me a few tips. Tell me what I should do.” “What?” I said. “There’s no reason for you to help me. But you know how to bake, and you’re a good business woman. I’ve sunk my life’s savings into this shop, and if it goes under, I don’t know what I’m going to do, Cinnamon.” I couldn’t believe what she was saying. How could she be asking me for my help after what she’d done? Because as much as she wanted to sell me on that whole I wouldn’t have destroyed your life if I didn’t think he was the one bit, I knew better.””