Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ02HXY8T32Q6R8ZX2YA2GYF

The bell above the door had barely stopped jingling before the whispers started. "Did you hear about Margaret's greenhouse?" "Who hasn't? Poor thing found the door smashed in this morning." "Smashed? I heard the whole back panel was shattered." "Glass everywhere, supposedly. And her prize orchids trampled flat." "Trampled? On purpose?" "That's what I said. Who stomps through a greenhouse like that unless they're looking for something?" "Or someone." "You don't think—" "I don't think anything yet. But Margaret's been acting strange lately, hasn't she?" "Strange how?" "Didn't you notice at the bake sale? Jumpy. Kept checking her phone. Left right after the judging, before they even announced the winners." "She never leaves early." "Exactly." "Well, her lemon bars were off this year. Too much sugar, not enough zest." "That's not the point." "Isn't it, though? Something's been wrong with Margaret for weeks. The greenhouse is just the first crack to show." "Fine. But keep your voice down—she just walked in." The oven timer shrieked, saving them from the silence that followed.