Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07FGFMW24JNG48C9202N7Z

The scent of vanilla and yeast wrapped around us as the bell above the door tinkled. A gust of autumn wind swirled in, carrying with it a few fallen leaves that skittered across the wooden floor. "Morning! Blueberry muffin and a large coffee, please. The weather’s turned, hasn’t it?" "Blustery for sure. Keeps the customers away." Behind the counter, flour dusted her hands as she brushed a stray curl from her forehead. "Heard about the package left outside the post office yesterday?" A pause as the coffee machine hissed to life. "Like the one left here? Abandoned for hours, no note, no name—just sitting there in plain brown paper." Her knife hovered over the muffin tray. "Sheriff says it could’ve been anything. But old Mrs. Finch swears she saw a delivery van without plates speeding out of town just before it appeared." A frown creased my brow. "A delivery van? Without plates? That’s not suspicious at all." She laughed softly as she slid the muffin onto a paper bag. "Exactly what I thought. But then again, this is Willow Creek. Nothing’s ever as it seems."