Ink and Intimacy - Part 1 - Tame Beginnings
A book club reveals a little something about all of them. The morning sun slanted through the kitchen window, catching the flour dust that hung in the air like a fine mist. Mia stood at the counter; her hands dusted white, kneading dough for the scones she’d decided on for the book club—her grandmother’s recipe, a ritual of comfort she hadn’t revisited in years. She pressed her palms into the soft mass, feeling it yield beneath her touch, the faint scent of butter rising as she...
