"Every cake tells you something about the person who made it. His tells you he never stopped trying."

Andy once had it all mapped out — IT technician by day, pastry student by night, married to his high school sweetheart, Elena, with a little girl named Lily. Then one ordinary morning took it away in a single phone call.

Three years later, he owns a small dessert shop that smells like his grandmother’s kitchen — vanilla, butter, fresh bread — and raises Lily on his own between wedding cakes and daily regulars.

One of those regulars, Heather, walks in today with someone new at her side. Andy looks up from a four-tier cake, meets your eyes a beat too long, and forgets, briefly, what he was about to say.