Chapter Thirty-Seven
Lola exited the small half-bath and walked down the hallway, an open doorway catching her attention. She’d never been in this part of the shop before, and her curiosity got the better of her as she pushed the door open.
Taking in the small, open roll-top antique desk. Running her hand over the smooth, polished wood. She wondered if this was Erik’s office. Picking up a letter, she read his name to herself before sitting it back down. She knew she should just turn around and respect his privacy. A framed photo tucked into the corner caught her attention and she moved closer.
It was a photo of her mother sitting outside of the antique shop. The wind ruffling the hem of her floral sundress as the sun shone down on her honey-blonde wavy hair. Lola bit her lip as she pick
