Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY81F6DH6HDK6AREC4AQ018

The scent of cinnamon and sugar hung thick in the air, battling with the dampness of the morning rain. Flour dusted the worn wooden counter where a half-finished batch of blueberry muffins sat cooling. “You’re awfully quiet, Martha,” a voice observed, laced with a gentle amusement. “Just…observing,” came the reply, accompanied by a delicate swirl of frosting onto a cupcake. “Mr. Henderson seems particularly agitated this morning. He’s been pacing by the windows for the last twenty minutes.” “Agitated about what, do you think?” “Honestly? I have no idea. He did spend a good ten minutes staring at Mrs. Gable’s prize-winning roses before he came in. And then he practically demanded a sourdough loaf, which is unusual for him – he usually goes for rye.” A small, knowing smile played on the lips shaping the cupcake. “He’s been having a rather…complicated week, hasn’t he?” “Let’s just say a certain inheritance appears to be causing a considerable amount of distress. And Mrs. Gable’s roses are rather spectacular. Perhaps a little too spectacular for a man wrestling with a will.” “You’re a dreadful gossip, you know that?” “Only when there’s a good story to be had.”