Lilly knew how much Harry loved Sarah. She saw it in the way he watched Sarah from his window when she was on the street, thinking no one noticed. She saw it when he turned away to hide the pain in his eyes. He had fallen sick with a high fever, his body reflecting the hurt in his heart. But every time Lilly brought him food, he pretended to be asleep, turning his face to the wall.

A few days later, the bakery was quiet, the warm scent of bread and coffee fading into the hush of closing time. ...