I could smell the cupcakes through the door. I took a moment, then opened the door.
"I've not broken up nor have I lost my job, so clearly someone has died. Who is it, Grandma? Aunt Susan?"
"No, no, nothing is wrong, everyone is fine."
"Then why have you made cupcakes? You only ever make cupcakes when something horrible has happened!"
"I just... I just felt like making cupcakes and sharing them with you."
I went to say something when I got a text. I opened it, read my husband's message saying he wanted a divorce, then grabbed a cupcake.
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