Gemotions

The scent of baking bread filled Liam’s kitchen. He’d spent the morning perfecting a new sourdough recipe, and the aroma, mingled with the gentle warmth from the oven, filled him with a quiet joy. A sharp rap on the door broke his reverie. A package, addressed to "Mrs. Abigail Thorne," the woman who lived here before. Liam knew Abigail, she was an old friend of his mother's. He would give her a call, maybe even invite her over for a slice of the still-warm loaf. The bread was perfect.