And sometimes, late at night, when the bakery was closed and the last chair was sold, they would sit on the floor of their shared space, surrounded by the smell of fresh bread and cedar wood. He would hum a low melody. She would add a harmony.
He wiped his hands on his faded jeans. "Because your father isn’t here to do it. And someone should." Ama Nova ft. Fameye - Odo Different
He didn't stop sanding. "I know."