Chapter 16
Ottilie let out a cry of such raw grief Scout felt tears spring to her own eyes.
She remembered her parents standing in the doorway to see her off, her baby brother bouncing up and down in her father’s arms. She had stopped at the end of the street to look back one last time, certain they would have gone back inside to all the work that never ended inside the bakery, but they had been watching her still.
That had been her last glimpse of them: her mother’s hand raised in a farewell salute, her father laughing as he pulled strands of his beard from her brother’s sticky grasp. Her brother’s baby giggles had echoed after her even as she turned to pedal away.
Ottilie’s grief brought that all back, the sight but also the way the smell of baking bread had permeated the alley, the
