Where Her Heart Leads

Previously

…Elara busied herself arranging a batch of sugar cookies, her movements a little too jerky. Agnes’s cryptic pronouncements always threw her off. Was she hinting at something? Was she seeing… things? Elara prided herself on her self-sufficiency, her dedication to her craft. Love, or the potential for it, felt like a distraction, a sugary indulgence she couldn’t afford. Later that week, Liam stopped by her bakery, not with a peace offering, but with a request. “Elara,” he began, leaning against her doorframe, looking entirely too casual for someone who had come to disrupt her focused existence. “The town council is having