“MOM! MOMMY!” Sophie’s voice tore through the air, high-pitched and filled with panic. I dropped the conversation mid-sentence and rushed toward the kitchen, my heart racing like it had never before. What I found there made my stomach flip multiple times.
The cake box was wide open on the counter, and my beautiful three-layer masterpiece was completely destroyed. Frosting was smeared everywhere like someone had dragged their fingers through it on purpose. The delicate flowers I’d spent an hour piping were crushed beyond recognition.
The “Happy Birthday” message was obliterated, leaving only pink smears across what used to be perfect layers.
Sophie stood beside the counter, tears streaming down her face, her whole body shaking with sobs. “Mom, who would do this?” she cried, her voice breaking my heart into a million pieces. “Who would ruin my birthday cake?”
I wrapped my arms around her immediately, but my eyes were already scanning the room, trying to figure out what had happened.
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