Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFT06G4C799GHF9KQDD6E2

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air as the bell above the bakery door jingled. "Morning, Mildred. The usual?" "Certainly, dear. And a dozen of those cinnamon rolls for the church bake sale." "Coming right up. How's that grandson of yours? Last I heard, he was in a bit of a pickle." "Oh, that boy. He's always finding himself in some sort of trouble. But he means well, bless his heart." "I'm sure he does. Say, have you heard about poor old Mr. Abernathy? Found him in his garden, just lying there." "Goodness, no! What happened?" "Well, they're saying it was his heart, but I've got a sneaking suspicion it was something else entirely. I saw Mrs. Abernathy sneaking out of the hardware store with a suspicious package the other day." "You don't say? That's quite the accusation, Betty." "Just speaking my mind, Mildred. In a town this small, you hear things. And sometimes, those things paint a different picture than what's on the surface."