
The Salt and Sugar of Us
The first time Jordan saw Clara, she was kneading dough in a sunlit kitchen, her sleeves rolled to the elbows, flour dusting her forearms like snow. The smell of cinnamon and burnt sugar hung in the air, mingling with the…
The first time Jordan saw Clara, she was kneading dough in a sunlit kitchen, her sleeves rolled to the elbows, flour dusting her forearms like snow. The smell of cinnamon and burnt sugar hung in the air, mingling with the…