Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8F9YGSGKM1S4VD40B6K9S

The bell above the bakery door chimed as the scent of fresh cinnamon rolls wafted through the air. Clara wiped her hands on her apron, her brow furrowed as she studied the ledger. "Another missing order?" she asked, her voice tight. The baker leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "Yesterday’s batch of blueberry muffins—gone. No note, no trace." Clara exhaled sharply. "Someone’s been tampering." A customer paused at the counter, holding a steaming cup of coffee. "I saw a man lurking near the alley last night," she murmured, glancing at the baker. "Wore a hoodie, dark hair." Clara’s fingers tightened around the pen. "You’re sure it wasn’t just a drunk?" The woman shook her head. "He was watching. Like he knew what I was doing." The baker’s voice dropped. "We need to be careful. Someone’s targeting us." Clara’s eyes flicked to the back room, where the last of the day’s orders waited. "Then we start with the usual suspects. The delivery guy who’s always late. The retired cop who’s been quiet since his wife passed." The baker’s jaw clenched. "And the new neighbor who moved in last week." Clara’s stomach twisted. "We’re not ignoring anyone." Outside, the wind picked up, carrying the faintest whisper of a secret—one the bakery might soon uncover.