It was an angel. A blessing. A red velvet cupcake. Light, topped with cream and homemade. Bertie made everything. The starter, the burgers, the chips. She ate until she swore to never eat again... then Bertie presented the cupcake.
Knowing that if she savoured it, the pain in her stomach would win and in one bite, she shoved it down her mouth. Frosted cream was smeared round her mouth. Delicious.
Bertie had surprised her. Edith forgot it was Valentine's Day. Every year it passed her by. Bertie kissed her gently.
But this year was different. This year she wasn't alone.