Darcy scooped a level cup of flour into the mixing bowl. She brushed her bangs aside, smudging powder across her skin. The ten-year-old consulted the recipe once more. Her mom would be so proud. This was the first time she’d been trusted to stay at home alone—even if it was for only an hour. She smiled. She wanted to prove to her mom that she could take care of herself and that she could make dessert for supper that night. After combining the rest of the ingredients, she care