Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7P7GVT9C88A8YV6ZCRKBM

The scent of fresh cinnamon rolls and warm vanilla cake filled the bakery, thick and inviting. Clara wiped her hands on her apron, her brow furrowing as she set down a tray of pastries. "Another one?" she asked, eyeing the small, crumpled note tucked under the counter. The bell above the door chimed softly, and a customer stepped inside, their boots scuffling against the linoleum. They leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "Just checking if you’ve got any of those *special* cookies left," they said, nodding toward the display case. "The ones with the little chocolate chips." Clara’s fingers tightened around the note. "We don’t make them anymore. But if you’re looking for something *just like* that, I might have a few in the back." The customer hesitated, then pulled out a folded envelope. "For you." She took it, her pulse quickening as she recognized the handwriting—her ex’s. The words inside were simple: *Don’t tell anyone. Just… find me.* The bell chimed again, and a new customer entered, their voice cheerful. "Morning, Clara! Need any help with that order?" Clara exhaled, tucking the note into her apron pocket. "Just a minute." She turned to the customer, her smile polite but strained. "Sure thing. You’ll be next."