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The bell over the door gave a tired jingle as a sheet of rain-dark clouds slid over the storefront. Inside, the bakery smelled like cinnamon and warm vanilla, and the glass case glowed softly under its lights. “Looks like someone decided to borrow the sky and spill it all at once,” Maribel said, wiping flour from her hands with the edge of her apron. “It’s not the sky that worries me,” June replied, leaning closer to the counter. “That receipt you found—there’s no name on it. Just a time and an address written in the same careful hand.” Maribel’s smile flickered, then settled back into place. “Maybe the handwriting belongs to a customer who likes being mysterious.” “Customers don’t circle the word ‘hazelnut’ like it’s evidence,” June said, nodding toward the scrap of paper tucked beside the register. Maribel’s fingers paused above the pastry box. “Or maybe they just really hate substitutions.” June slid the note closer. “There’s more. The time it says matches when the delivery truck showed up, but it wasn’t on the manifest.” The oven sighed, releasing a fresh puff of caramel scent. “Then we have to ask the truck driver again,” Maribel said, voice gentle. “And this time, we ask with muffins in hand.”