Lilly turned to him with concern. "Are you all right, dear?"

"I'm fine," he managed, setting the glass down. He hesitated, then said, "I'm a trader."

Lilly nodded, looking impressed. "That sounds nice. Are you married?"

"Not yet," he replied, shifting in his seat.

The conversation made him uneasy. His eyes wandered the room, searching for Sarah. He hoped to catch a glimpse of her.

"My daughter and Sam went to the bakery," Lilly mentioned, stirring a pot on the stove.

Harry straightened, ...