Chapter 22
Late Thursday Morning, December 24th
Hannah’s Bakery
Morelville, Ohio
“Thank you, Mrs. Sharpe and Merry Christmas,” Hannah said to the old antique shop owner.
“And Merry Christmas to you dear. I feel so badly coming in like this but my great grandchildren expect a few treats in the house during their holiday visits and my baking days are over.”
“Don’t feel bad at all. I’m only open until noon today and then I’m taking a few days off. I won’t open back up until Monday morning.”
“That’s good dear. You enjoy your break and the holiday. Oh, and kiss that baby for me.”
“I will,” Hannah said and smiled.
As Lucy Sharpe turned to go, Hannah’s expression changed to one mixed with touches of both exhaustion and sadness. It had been a rough couple of weeks leading up to the holida
