The bakery's door jingled as Jenna stepped inside, the aroma of freshly baked bread enveloping her. "There you are," she said to the young man hunched over the counter. "I've been waiting for you all morning." He glanced up, startled. "Oh, um, hi Jenna." His eyes darted around nervously. "I was just about to come see you..." "Was this your idea of an apology? Keeping me in suspense like this?" She slapped a folded piece of paper on the counter. The man swallowed hard and smoothed his hair. "I know I messed up, and I'm so sorry. But I swear, I didn't mean for any of it to happen like this..." "I'm listening," Jenna said tersely, her arms crossed. "Start from the beginning. And you better have a good explanation, because I'm not going to be nearly as understanding as the cops were." As the young man launched into his story, Jenna leaned forward, her brow furrowed in concentration. The pieces of the puzzle slowly began to fall into place... <|end_header_id|> <|end_of_text|>