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MORGAN STUDIED THE old building in front of her, admiring the simple architecture. There was nothing fancy in the design of the building. It was sturdy and had withstood time and the ravages of weather along the shore. It had been years since Morgan had been inside the museum. Not since she was a child, most likely, because her memories were of looking into the showpieces rather than looking down on them, which would indicate that she was a child at the time.
Morgan had ridden her bike over to the museum, rather than leaving her bike at the pastry shop. It was a short distance, and she could have easily walked it, but she knew how valuable those spots were for other bikers to park and use while they were in the shop. Misty had been content to go for the short ride, but now she s
