When Zoe came out of the kitchen with the cake still warm, the smell filled the apartment. The frosting dripped down the sides, and the inside was soft, golden, perfect. Celina cut a small slice carefully and took a bite. It was like a hug in the form of food.

“This is wonderful,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “And the best part… I’m not feeling sick.”

Zoe sat beside her, beaming with pride.

“Do you know why? Because tonight you’re light. Your mind is at peace. That changes everything