Kayla's POV
Morning light washed over the quiet streets of Oak Town. I stood across the road from a small, charming building with a painted wooden sign reading...
Trisha’s Bakery & Cafe.
Through the window, I could see an older woman in a flour dusted apron setting fresh trays of bread onto the display racks.
My stomach let out an embarrassing, rumble.
With my purse stolen by little Maya yesterday, I was completely out of options. I couldn't afford another night at the motel, and I needed food for my baby.
Setting my pride aside, I smoothed down my sweater carefully tugging it over my small, visible bump and pushed open the bakery door.
A brass bell chimed softly overhead.
The woman behind the counter, the same woman who had paid for my groceries yesterday looked up.
"Well,
