Sophia's POV
The bakery Remy chose was small, tucked into a side street near Enough, with steamed windows and the smell of fresh bread pulling everyone inside before anyone could argue.
June sat at the end of the long table, quiet at first, watching everyone the way someone watches a language they're still learning to understand.
"Try this one," Remy said, sliding a plate toward her. "It's the best thing they make."
June took a small bite carefully.
Her eyebrows lifted.
"That's actually very good," she said.
"See," Remy said, looking around at everyone like he'd won an argument nobody was having anymore. "I told you all bread mattered."
Elijah, sitting across from her, cleared his throat.
"I should mention," he said carefully, "there will be legal matters to discuss. Inheritance r
