notebook filled with hand-drawn rockets and planets.
Then Nathan heard the quieter boy speak.
“”Mom, if there isn’t enough money, I don’t need any bread.””
The words hit him harder than any business loss ever had.
Emma smiled gently.
“”There’s enough, sweetheart. We just have to count carefully.””
Coin after coin, she counted what little she had.
The bakery owner quietly slipped extra pastries into the bag.
Emma immediately tried to refuse.
The boys’ faces lit up with excitement.
Unable to watch any longer, Nathan stepped outside before she could
