Chapter Three
The morning of 29th April arrived with magic frolicking in the air.
Birdsong danced around the old cottages, wafted through tall trees heavy with cheerful blossoms and settled on the sleeping town of Loch Fuar at the crack of dawn.
Isla was up before the birds, excited for Dachaigh and Aileen.
Baking had always been her passion. That was before leaving the big town she’d been born and raised in. Now baking had become a beloved profession. It was the way she made her mark in this world, spreading joys with lip-smacking breads and pastries.
Isla hummed to herself as she thought about her coming to Loch Fuar in search of something amiss in her life. She remembered how at home the locals had made her feel.
Smiling, Isla measured out the flour and got to work. She had to be
