The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of brewing coffee. It was a familiar and comforting aroma that permeated the small town bakery, wrapping its patrons in a warm embrace. "It's strange, don't you think? How quiet everything's been since the incident." "Quiet is good. Means people are getting back to normal." "I guess you're right. But it still feels... off. Almost like everyone's holding their breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop." "Give it time. These things take a while to get over." "I suppose. By the way, did you hear about Martha? She's convinced she saw someone lurking around the old mill last night." "Martha sees a lot of things. Her imagination runs wild." "True, but what if there's something to it? What if the person responsible for all this mess is still out there, watching us?" "You don't really think that, do you?" "I don't know. But it makes you think. We've all been so caught up in our own lives, maybe there's more going on than we realize." "Well, if there's anything to it, the sheriff will figure it out. He's good at his job." "I hope so. For all our sakes. By the way, those scones look amazing. I'll take half a dozen, please." "Sure thing. Enjoy."