"Isn't it strange how empty the bakery feels without Mrs. Harmond's laughter echoing through it?" "She had that way of making every morning brighter, didn't she? Things just taste different now." "Still, the new pecan pie recipe is a hit. Have you tried it yet?" "I have. It's almost as if she left us a piece of herself in every slice." "Do you think we'll ever find out what really happened that night? The police seem stumped." "Small towns keep secrets well, don't they? But someone must have seen something. Or heard a whisper." "Do you remember how she talked about retiring to that little cottage by the lake? She was so excited." "And now…it all feels a bit eerie. There was nothing off that day, was there? She seemed perfectly fine." "Perfectly…except for that odd conversation with Mr. Goodwin. They were whispering by the scones, didn't seem like their usual chat." "Mr. Goodwin? Always thought he was a bit too curious for his own good. Do you think he knows more than he’s saying?" "Could be. Or maybe we're just looking for shadows where there's only sunlight." "Sunlight hasn't shone quite the same since she left. We'll find the truth someday. For Mrs. Harmond."