Chapter 69 When Truth Finds A Voice

• The morning after the Harvest Walk felt like the world had been washed clean. The rain had passed in the early hours, leaving the sidewalks glistening and the scent of wet leaves hanging in the crisp autumn air.
• Inside the bakery, Emma wiped down the counter, still humming a folk tune from the night before. The leaf-covered windows shimmered in the morning light, casting amber and crimson patterns on the wooden floors.
• Behind her, Mia and Jonah sat at their usual spots at the kids’ corner table, each with a crayon in hand and a new task: making the next display of “thankful drawings” for the front wall.