"I don't have any family," he said softly. "Me ma died when I was born and me da died when I was just a wee bairn. I was lucky enough ta be taken in by a baker when I tried ta steal from him. He made me his apprentice. He was as close to a pa as I had." He was finished with his plate of food, so he sat there with his hands on the table. "Me master gave me his blessing on movin' ta Whitby. His son is taking over his bakery."