MARION

The morning sun filtered into the beach house, warm and soft, as Demetria and I sat across from each other at the breakfast table. She’d been humming for the past five minutes without realizing it, drizzling syrup over her waffles like it was the best day of her life.

I couldn’t stop staring. She caught me.

“What?” She asked, arching her right brow.

I leaned back, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips. “You seem happy going back to the bakery.”

Her entire face lit ...