Meghan’s P.O.V
***2 months later***
The small town of Fairview had transformed into a snow-dusted postcard over the last few weeks. Every morning, I stepped out onto the bakery’s stoop, pulling my scarf tight as I marveled at how the streets shimmered under the frosty light, icicles hanging off shop roofs, and the harbor glistening with a sheet of frozen stillness. Inside, the bakery had never been cozier—warmed by the oven’s heat and the sugary aroma of holiday pastries.
Despite all this, I couldn’t ignore the twinge of emptiness whenever I looked up to find Blade in his usual spot by the window. He still came by the bakery every morning, like clockwork, for coffee and some kind of treat—always something small, like he was trying to make himself invisible to me. If Aunt Beth was workin
