Chapter 66 Shadows That Shape The Light

• The bakery smelled of cinnamon and courage.
• The sun had barely risen when Emma unlocked the front door. The familiar chime of the bell above the entrance was comforting, grounding. She slipped behind the counter, her hands moving on instinct—measuring flour, mixing dough, setting the oven. For the first time in weeks, she wasn’t just baking. She was anchoring herself.
• Because that morning, she and Lila were going live on national television.