Sunday morning dawned crisp and golden, like a warm hug from the sun. The city slowed its pace, and the air filled with the sweet scent of freshly baked bread.

In a cozy little house on Elm Street, Emma woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She stretched, feeling the softness of her favorite Sunday blanket.

Downstairs, Emma's grandmother, Nana, was already busy in the...