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would be more than I could bear and I would immediately flush it out, but I was too nervous and excited to care. Brandon had emailed me. And he wanted to see me. Did that mean he wanted to get back together?
    I had already made up my mind before I had sent the email, however. I was quite certain that I did not want to get back together with Brandon. If he would propose such an idea I honestly knew that it would be something I would have to think long and hard about. It could be tempting. But I wasn’t about to throw myself back into a relationship that was volatile and doomed just three weeks ago without much contemplative thought. Why the sudden change, right? No, I just wanted answers. And closure. And to end this my way. I didn’t want to get back together. I wanted control over my life again, and getting back with a man who may or may not love me forever was not the path to control.
    I opened the email and read on, butterflies flitting in my stomach.
    Let’s meet tomorrow night. Around 6 or so? We can meet at my place if you want. ?? I’ve had some time to think about us since you left and I owe you answers. I know that much. Email or text me if 6 sounds good. See ya. -Brandon
    Short. To the point. Much shorter than the verbiage I had spilled out in my email. But it was enough. It was exactly what I wanted…at least for now.
    I heard Claire say something to me from her bathroom, but I was too preoccupied to make her words out. Toothpaste taste still in my mouth, I immediately pressed “Reply” and began typing my response.
    6:30 , I typed. I have to work but will be at your place then. Thanks for answering. See you then. Sophie.
    “Sophie, did you hear me?” Claire asked. She came back into my bathroom.
    I looked up at her. Apparently my expression said it all.
    “He emailed you, didn’t he?” she asked.
    I nodded.
    “And?”
    “And we’re going to see each other.”
    “What?” she asked, exasperated. “You’re going to get back together?”
    “No, see each other as in meet . We’re going to talk. I asked him if we could talk and he said ‘okay.’ So we’re meeting tomorrow. Tomorrow night. At his place.”
    She just looked at me, nothing to say.
    “I need to have some closure, Claire. We’re just going to talk and I’m going to gain some form of control over my life.” I waved my hands around dramatically.
    “Okay,” she said with a shrug. “Just please be careful. You cried for days after your breakup and I still hear you sobbing in your room at night. You’re definitely not your old self again. I hate what he’s done to you and it’s time to walk away from him. So get your answers and tell him off, girl.” She smiled weakly. “Don’t let him hurt you anymore. Got it?”
    “Got it,” I said, leaning down to the sink to finally rinse the disgusting taste of toothpaste from my mouth. “Oh! What were you saying earlier? Sorry. Got caught up in my email.”
    “Oh, forget it,” she said, walking away. “Was going to see if you wanted to catch that new Johnny drama at the theater tomorrow, but you’ve got your own drama plans for the night.”
    “Ha-ha. Goodnight.”
    “Goodnight, Sophie.”

Chapter Four
     
    I could hardly sleep that night, extremely anxious about meeting Brandon for the first time since our breakup, but I had a pretty big wedding to prepare for the next morning. All things considered, I think the five hours of shuteye I did manage was par for the course.
    Oliver and I were top performers for the two wedding cakes and two grooms’ cakes we had to put the final touches on and deliver that afternoon. And the five hundred cake balls that we made for another wedding couldn’t have looked or tasted better. We did our routine taste of one or two cake balls, or maybe three, throughout the prep process just because we’re the bakers and therefore we can. A+ to those tasties. Most of my work went into baking, but I must admit that Katie and I did a fine job on the