Run: 2026-02-26-01KJCS9D6QG6QF0FQ3T4QV2HE6

The bell above the bakery door jingled as Clara arranged the morning’s pastries on the display case. A faint scent of cinnamon and fresh bread hung in the air. Across from her, Mr. Higgins leaned against the counter, his eyes scanning the rows of croissants. “You know,” he began, voice low, “I’ve been thinking about that letter you found.” Clara paused, brushing flour from her hands onto her apron. “Found what?” He shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. “The one from the old mill. The one with the smudged address.” She glanced toward the window, where sunlight painted golden stripes across the floorboards. “It could have been a mistake. Maybe someone just wanted to send something to the wrong place.” Mr. Higgins shook his head. “Not this time. I saw the handwriting. It matches the notes your grandmother left behind.” Clara’s fingers tightened around the edge of the counter. “That letter was supposed to stay buried.” He met her gaze, steady and serious. “Some secrets don’t stay buried forever.”