C.A.K.E

They find everyone else in the kitchen, bothering Ivana and Logan ― the Mitchells’ chef of twenty-nine years ― while they prepare dinner.

Ivana sees Arden and rushes over to her, and traps her in a hug so tight that she can barely take a deep breath.

"Ivana, you just saw me this morning," Arden says with a smirk. Her feigned irritation does nothing to disguise the comfort she feels underneath the crush of the woman's embrace.

"Makes no difference. You're home." Ivana kisses Ardi's cheek. "I'm going to hug you as much as I want."

Knowing that ending their embrace right now is not likely, Arden settles her head on Ivana's shoulder. Besides, there's a part of her that doesn't want the woman to let go. No one and nothing could ever replace her mother. But Ivana lessens the pull of Lillian's absence.

Ardi smiles as an endless stream of Russian is whispered near her ear. She doesn't understand much. But a warmth passes over her when she recognizes the phrase, I love you, followed by Ivana's pet name for her.

When she came to work for the Mitchells, Ivana gave both Arden and Adam nicknames. Ardi has always been “kroshka,” or “little one,” and Adam has been “krolik,” or “bunny.” Though most times Adam's nickname was just shortened to “no, stop or put that down.”

Adam has always been a moving target. He's the reason Arden knows that firecrackers and Barbie dolls don't mix very well.

Seconds after she and Ivana release each other, the front door flies open. Her brother storms into the house. He searches every room, bellowing her name in the process.

Arden leaves the kitchen and makes her way toward his voice. Adam continues to tear through the halls in the opposite direction of her. His wife, Esperanza, catches sight of Arden and tugs on his arm.

He sprints over to her and pulls her into a hug. The force of it almost knocks her off balance. They hang onto each other for a solid minute without saying a word. But she knows what's on his mind.

Since they were little, she and Adam could communicate volumes in silence. Lillian used to say their souls were connected. That this life was just one in a series of many before it. No matter what shape their reincarnations might take, Adam and Arden would always find each other in some form. This time around they were meant to learn something as brother and sister.

Their mother reasoned that Adam must have been the responsible one in their last reincarnation. Now it was Arden's turn to be mature and sensible. Arden always thought it was a convenient excuse for her brother’s more childish ways.

"Jesus, Elmer," Adam mutters before releasing her. "Being a Black woman in America isn't hard enough, you have to go and get yourself arrested?"

"Had to do something to earn a little street cred." She shrugs, a sarcastic grin forming at the corners of her mouth. "Marrying a white boy put me in the negative."

"That's interracial love for you." He spends a minute staring at her face with his eyes focused just above her cheekbone. Then he surveys the bandage on her hand. "That a prison tat gone wrong?"

"Can we save that conversation for another day?" She isn't ready for his reaction to the real or fabricated story behind her injuries.

Adam nods and moves aside so that she can greet his wife, who has been waiting in silence behind them.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she says, giving Arden a quick hug.

“Melinda will have to try harder than that to keep me down.”

“True.” She cocks an eyebrow and lowers her voice. “I still got some cousins who would gladly pay her a visit, though.”

“As tempting as that is, I’ll pass … for now.”

“Just saying,” she shrugs, lightly nudging Arden’s arm. “I got you.”

Esperanza, better known as Perry, is a woman of Native American, African and Dominican descent. Her features are bold, with a sharp nose, high cheekbones and a proud jawline. At 5'11, she can easily tower over Adam in a pair of heels. Paired with her quiet authority, she commands attention.

Arden is grateful Adam found someone who balances him out so well. Perry knows how to earn respect without stepping on anyone else. Their relationship is a mutually supportive and playful union. Whenever the two of them get together with Arden and Elliott they all tend to lapse back into the easy spontaneity of their high school days.

little while laughing about Adam's latest obsession with Lego models before they gather everyone else and head out to

is about everything imaginable as they set the dinner table, though the topic of Ardi and Eli's brief

ruin the vibe of the sunset over Mitchell Lake. The marvelous rays of orange and pink filter through the thick spread of

arranges the last place setting and wanders over to the railing of the wide porch. She rests against

hand the days she managed to make time to

would be hard-pressed to find a young person who heeded the warning not to rush into

a store-bought box of cake mix,

dated this wonderful man and helped raise his kids for four

depression that threatened to consume her, she felt settled with Eli. The dark didn't seem so close when he was

it still feel like

these years have just been an illusion, something her mind created out of necessity. She's been jogging in place for the last sixteen years, chasing something that will forever remain just outside of her reach.

Eli's hand on her waist startles her.

They all stare at her with uneasy smiles. Before anyone can catch

the clatter of utensils against china and the roar of a good-humored debate between the men. The more noise everyone makes, the less she

that, the twins decide that whatever is on reality television tonight is more interesting

maneuvers that could keep Melinda tied up in so much litigation, she'll be

where that woman is concerned. It's nice to see a glimpse of his elusive backbone. But the sudden formation of it

could we have that suit filed against her?" Eli asks. Her father just suggested that they finally level a lawsuit for defamation of character against Melinda. And Eli is the first to jump on board with the idea.

his coffee. "I could have it before a

minute too soon." Elliott frowns at the ladybug that just lit on

that has peppered his movements. She watches him devolve into a lesser form of himself with each word. It's like she's staring

you?" She interrupts the

in the middle of a conversation, darling." He gives her a look like she's a Stepford wife who

her, that she almost reaches across the table to smack him.

onto the veranda with Arden's phone in her

phone without removing her gaze from

glare between her parents and begins to back away from this charged standoff with slow steps. Unbeknownst to her, she just saved her father from the verbal flogging of

it. When she sees who the missed call is, she's relieved that she didn't

woman with a mind, she excuses herself from the table and heads back into the house. Just as her heels hit the hardwood floor of

at it a moment, then decides to ignore the call. Her heart begins to beat double time. When it rings once more, she taps the ignore button like she's disarming a grenade. Another minute or so passes of her not breathing. But it doesn't

screen of her phone begins to pulse at intermittent intervals with the notification

phone to her ear. The pleas of a desperate

family isn't likely to find

hitting that call button. But she does

"Arden?"

her name makes her melt like butter on hot toast. Her mouth gets dry and the beating of her heart steals the ability of her ears

mistake. Everything about him was a mistake. She never should have opened

voice shakes with every word.

concern that he has for her grips her heart right through the phone. Somehow she feels

a misunderstanding.

were arrested. That's a lot more than a misunderstanding."

as bad as it

He scoffs. “They dragged you into the

been a slow news day. I’m nowhere near interesting enough

I would find your refusal to answer direct