"I can't believe she's gone." "It just doesn't feel real, does it?" "No, it really doesn't. The way she used to breeze into the bakery every morning, a smile on her face and a spring in her step...it's hard to imagine this place without her." "She was always so kind, so full of life. Who would want to hurt her?" "That's the question that's been plaguing me since the news broke. I've known her all my life, and I can't think of a single person who would have a reason to wish her harm." "You know what they say—it's always the quiet ones." "True enough. But who? Everyone in this town has their quirks, but I can't imagine any of them being capable of something like this." "Maybe it's not someone from town. Maybe it's someone passing through, someone we've never met." "That's certainly a possibility. But what would their motive be?" "That's the million-dollar question, isn't it?" "Indeed it is. You know, it's times like these that I'm reminded of how precious life is, and how quickly it can be taken away." "Absolutely. It's a sobering reminder to cherish every moment, to hold our loved ones close, and to tell them how much they mean to us." "Well said. Life is fleeting, and we never know when it might be snatched away from us." "In the meantime, let's do everything we can to figure out what happened to her. She deserves that much, at least."