AUTHORS POV

That afternoon, Tessa found Clarissa in the farmhouse kitchen—the very heart of the estate—kneading dough for bread, the simple act of creation a small comfort to both of them.

“Your Mum and Sofia leave tomorrow at first light,” Tessa said gently, watching her friend’s face fall at the news.

Clarissa set the rolling pin down. “I don’t oppose but why so sudden, you just came back from Canada and now you are sending them off”

“Because they need safety,” Tessa explained. “I have resources now, thanks to my father’s will. England is far from here—and far from Pedro.”

Clarissa’s eyes filled with tears. She hugged Sofia close. “Thank...