Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09GQGCQ4MV1DA1T0EK6QMM

The scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread wrapped around us as we stepped into the bakery. The morning sunlight streamed through the large front window, casting warm golden bars across the worn wooden floor. “I still can’t believe what happened at the harvest festival. Poor Mrs. Peabody.” “I know. She was the heart of this town. Who would have thought something like this could happen in Little Creek?” “Well, the police say it’s suspicious, don’t they? And now everyone’s looking at Mr. Higgins.” “The way he kept to himself after the incident… Did you see him at the bakery yesterday? He didn’t even buy his usual loaf.” “Maybe he’s just upset. But still, if he had nothing to hide, why avoid people?” “I guess we’ll find out when the sheriff makes his announcement.” A comfortable silence settled between us as we waited our turn in line. The bell above the door chimed again, and I glanced over. A woman in a bright yellow coat stepped in, shaking snow from her boots. “Brrr! It’s colder than a witch’s kiss out there!”