KATY'S POV
“Did you get this cake from Lucy’s?”
Braydon stops chewing and looks at me, still holding his fork. “No,” he says after a second. “From Brown’s Pastry Shop.”
“Oh.” I nod slowly, tasting another bite. “It’s really good.”
He smiles a little. “I can tell you like it.”
I lean sideways and nudge him lightly with my shoulder, giggling. He chuckles, but then the sound fades after some seconds and the car slips into a comfortable kind of silence.
We both focus on the cake, eating in slow bites, parked almost right outside the cemetery.
I know it probably looks wrong—two college kids sitting in a car, and eating his mom’s birthday cake—but Braydon said it’s what she’d want. To celebrate her, not mourn. And I trust him on that.
“Thank you for doing this with me,” Braydon says sudd
