Chapter 63 Whispers Between The Walls

• The scent of sawdust and lemon cleaner clung faintly to the air as Emma stood behind the bakery counter the following morning, organizing her new order forms and wiping down the glass display case for what felt like the hundredth time.
• Lucas had taken the twins to visit his mother for the afternoon, giving Emma a full day alone to focus—really focus. No diaper changes, no juggling bottles, no spit-up stains. Just her and the heartbeat of her dream, slowly coming back to life.
• She exhaled deeply and looked around. The chalkboard menu was freshly repainted. The new card reader was set up. A vase of soft pink ranunculus sat on the windowsill, bright against the spring sun.