The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the open window of the small bakery, mingling with the cool autumn air.
A young girl, no more than twelve, hummed to herself as she dusted the countertops with a cloth. Her name tag read 'Sophie', the
letters a little lopsided as if they had been written hastily or by someone with trembling hands. She paused in her work to peer out
at the passersby, watching the leaves pirouette down the cobblestone street.
The quiet town of Willowbrook had a secret. It was a secret that only a few knew about, and even fewer talked about.
The town was known for its picturesque views, friendly residents, and the peculiar old woman named Sophie who lived in a quaint cottage
on the outskirts. Her house was surrounded by a garden that bloomed with the most exotic and fragrant flowers, which grew in abundance
despite the harsh winters.❇