Smiling warmly, Xyla Quest approached Sharon Lindt from behind to hug her. “Good morning, Mom. It smells wonderful in here. Did you actually bake bread?”

“Yes. You mentioned that you like freshly baked bread, so I baked some for you. You can have a few during breakfast later and bring a few more with you to the office. You can eat them when you’re hungry,” Sharon told her.

She instantly felt warm in her heart hearing that. Although Sharon wasn’t her birth mother, it felt like she was.

Perhaps