Chapter 57

Lyra

A week later

“And that would be our favorite mailman,” Zyla chimes, making me look up.

Tobin, the local mailman, steps into the bakery, a letter clutched under his arm as the bell above the door rings. I can’t help the smile that splits onto my face. I love the locals here and know most by name now.

It is also obvious they know exactly what I am, but never say anything, which just proves e