Run: 2026-03-18-01KM09NKJJWDSP4JX0QY5R06RR

The bell above the door jingled, and the scent of cinnamon and fresh bread curled through the warm bakery. A woman with flour dusted apron reached for a tray of ginger snaps, her hands careful. "I heard old Mr. Holloway’s grandson is moving into the old Miller house at last. You think he’ll stay this time?" A pause, the sound of a tray being set down. "He visited twice in the past year, stayed a week each time. People say he’s got that restless look—like he’s always halfway out the door." "Restless or not, the town could use some new blood. Miss Prunella’s been rattling around that big house alone since her sister passed." "Miss Prunella’s been rattling around for years. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the way she used to glare at anyone who got too close to her garden?" A soft chuckle. "True enough. Still, a granddaughter might soften her up. Or make things worse." The first speaker dusted off more flour, watching through the window as a sleek black car pulled into the lot. "Speak of the devil. Ain’t seen that car before." The second speaker squinted. "Plate’s out of state. Wonder if he’s finally come to stay."