The bell above the door chimed as a gust of cold air swept through the bakery, carrying the scent of snow. The cozy, wood-paneled interior was warm, the air thick with the aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries. "You're just in time. I’ve got a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls out of the oven." "Perfect, I could use a little comfort this morning. It’s been a rough week." "I heard about the whole mess at the library. How are you holding up?" "A bit shaken, to be honest. I can’t believe someone would do something like that in such a quiet town." "I know. It’s not like anyone here to cause trouble. But don’t worry, I’m sure the truth will come out. Have a seat, and I’ll bring you a hot chocolate too." "Thanks. It’s the little things, you know? A warm roll and a friend to talk to." "Always. Now, tell me everything."