Chapter 39

Maeve’s POV

We kept going, passing the closed bakery where I’d slaved away after school, scrubbing counters for pennies.

The sign was peeling now, but I could still smell the phantom yeast and sugar. “That place taught me how to hustle,” I said, a wry smile on my face.

The park came next, its benches empty under the streetlights, the swings moving subtly, creaking in the cool breeze.

We’d spent s