Sophia's POV
Two months passed, and June became part of the family the way water finds its way into every small c***k, slowly and completely.
She moved into a small cottage near Enough, close enough to visit often, far enough to keep her independence. Remy took it upon himself to introduce her to every bakery in the coastal town, one at a time, treating it like a serious project.
"You've had six bakeries this month," Elijah said one Sunday, watching Remy present June with yet another paper bag.
"Seven," Remy corrected. "There's a difference between quantity and quality, Elijah. I'm being thorough."
June laughed, the sound easier now than it had been that first difficult morning.
"I approve of his methods," she said. "Every bakery has been excellent."
"Thank you," Remy said, looking
