Breaking bread

[mid_nite_green]

Dough flops onto a flat, floured surface and Tara kneads the sticky mass. The last 18 months have started fading a little. Not fading exactly. Tara's memory is perfect, but there is something about getting distance and new memories that's just as soothing as baking. With Corrine back, the world feels more...organized. Dinner can be made for someone - multiple someones again. She's sorely lacked that focus - that target.

But can it really be what it was?

The dough flops down hard on the parchment paper again.