Katherine stood in front of the small bakery building, a pale yellow storefront with slightly chipped paint and dusty windows that whispered stories of days long past. The air smelled faintly of flour and old wood, and despite its worn-out appearance, the place held a quiet charm that tugged at her heart. She could almost picture people lining up on chilly mornings, cups of coffee in hand, their laughter mingling with the smell of fresh bread.
The elderly woman who owned the building, Mrs. Granger, had kind eyes and a warm, steady voice.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she had said gently. “I sold the shop about a year ago. Young man bought it, full cash. Nice fellow, but he hasn’t done anything with the place since. It’s just sitting there.”
Katherine’s heart had sunk a little. “Oh. I was rea
