Ghost Of The Past

“Alright, alright," Gonzalo nodded to the young apprentices with a wry smile on his lips. He jotted down the final order and tucked the list into his pocket and gave them a pet pat on the shoulders each.

Stepping outside, he breathed in the fresh air, feeling a new light settle upon him. Perhaps, not being in Echo’s packhouse would make his grieving easier.

Nah, it was making his grieving easier. This new job wasn't so bad after all.

Just then, Nicholas emerged from the back with a flour-dusted hand wiping sweat from his brow. "Gonzalo, my friend," he boomed, his voice filled with light frustration. "Just when I thought I might have a moment of peace, the orders come flooding in like a hungry horde!"

Concern formed deep lines on Gonzalo's face. "Is everything alright, Nicholas? Do you need extra help?"

Nicholas chuckled. "Actually, that's a good question. We've got a rush today – seems the recent influx of refugees has everyone stocking up on comfort food. How would you feel a