Chapter 41

The shop was usually a sanctuary of quiet on Sundays, the street noise outside muffled by the thick glass of the storefront. Chloe sat behind the counter, her fingers moving with practiced precision as she worked on a new set of handmade knit knacks. The morning light caught the stray fibers of the yarn, creating a soft halo around her work. The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the silence. Hannah stepped inside, her shoulders hunched and her expression weary. She scanned the room,...