Chapter 234

Isla’s POV

The small wooden house smelled of woodsmoke and spices as I sat at the rickety table with Devon. Sunlight streamed through the single window, warming the worn floorboards.

Loretta moved around the tiny kitchen, her colorful skirt brushing the floor as she worked.

She was humming an old song under her breath, the kind that sounded like it had been passed down through generations of Sund