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    Many people love red velvet cake, but they won't be able to tell you what it actually is. They'll tell you it's just red velvet flavour. That's the charm of the cake; it's like a secret – or at least, that's what Elliott used to tell me. The first time he told me he loved it, he told me it was his favourite because it's not a single flavour, and it hides things.

Looking back, it's a haunting thing because of what happened to him in the last two years of his life.

As I put the finishing touches to the cupcakes a few hours after arriving in the flat, Cameron walks into the kitchen. We got here and immediately I had the locks changed while I scoured the house. The ingredients for the cake were here, and I wonder if my subconscious could tell what would be happening. Cameron helped me change the bed sheets, I've gathered Courtney's clothes up and put them in black bags, along with her trinkets and just general shit.

"The famous Kenna cakes?" Cameron asks. "Red velvet."

I nod and fix the last of the salted pretzels on the top of the cupcakes. "The Elliott's Special."

He admires them with a small smile on his face. "He'd be so proud of you, you know."

I shrug. "When we got together, I researched red velvet cakes and learnt what they actually are to impress him. He told me once he loved them because the flavour is mysterious."

"What are they then?"

I take one from the rack and pass it to Cameron. He takes it and stares at it, waiting for my answer.

"Red velvet is a variant of the chocolate cake. A normal chocolate cake is made mainly using cocoa powder, and, in some cases, actual melted chocolate, while red velvet is only made with a small amount of cocoa and buttermilk which gives it that tangy flavour. It also uses a little vinegar to help it rise. The red colour of the cake is just red food colouring. It's denser and more crumbly than a chocolate cake because it has less fat," I explain.

"Huh, so it's just a less rich chocolate cake?" Cameron summarises.

"Well, basically. I find it fascinating, but then I always think that because Elliott called it the secret cake."

He laughs and takes a bite. When he tastes it, his eyes close. Is he doing that to make me feel better?

"This... this is amazing, Kenna. Fucking hell, are these your best seller?" Cameron asks.

I nod. "Yeah; initially I made them the special to raise money for charity on the side, and because I find myself loving to make them. Mainly because of Elliott, but they really take off. I've done massive versions for birthday cakes and a couple of wedding cake versions."

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