Chapter 5

Casper's POV

Casper was carrying the good chairs across the square to Ilse's new room when Rune Solberg pulled up with the week's order and asked him where he wanted it.

The chair backs knocked together in Casper's arms. Beneath Rune's canvas waited the butter, flour, onions, and potatoes Odile ordered every Friday.

"The new shop," Casper said.

Rune kept one hand on the wheel. His other hand rested on the delivery book, a thick red finger holding Casper's usual line. Across the square, Ilse had pushed open both doors of the narrow room above the cobbler's old place.

Rune…