(Jasper's POV)
“Welcome to Sunrise Bakes!” a childish voice greets me as soon as I enter the shop.
A little girl, no more than four years old, stands on a wooden stool that puts her at perfect height to see over the register. Her dark hair is pulled back in two neat braids, and she's wearing a tiny apron that's clearly been hemmed to fit her small frame.
"What can I get for you today?" she asks.
My throat goes dry. Something about the way she tilts her head when she speaks, makes me freeze for a second.
"I..." I clear my throat. "I'm not sure what you'd recommend."
She claps her hands together, eyes lighting up. "Everything's good! But the honey wheat bread is the best seller. Mama makes it fresh every morning."
Mama. My chest tightens.
I crouch down to her level, studying her face
