Sienna's POV

The bakery hums with warmth, the delicious scent of baked bread and pastries hanging in the air as the last customer finally exits. My chest heaves with relief as I swipe flour-dusted hands across my apron, the quiet a welcome change after hours of steady bustle.

“Lyra, sweetheart!” I call out toward the little back room where she often sits with her coloring books, lost in pictures of whimsical animals and rainbow skies. “Are you ready to head ...