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The brass bell chimed as dawn light filtered through lace curtains, illuminating flour dust dancing above the marble counter. Vanilla and yeast scented the air. "Three blueberry muffins and that cardamom roll you promised yesterday." "I told you last week, it wasn't me who lifted the recipe card from the register." "Then explain the flour smudge shaped like your thumbprint on the cash box lid." "Because I was restocking the display at six in the morning! While someone else was supposedly 'closed for inventory.'" "That was Tuesday. The card disappeared Thursday night." The espresso machine hissed, filling the silence. "You're protecting someone, Clara." "And you're accusing your oldest friend of theft over a stupid index card." "Then prove it. Show me the security footage from Thursday." "I wiped the hard drive." "Why would you do that?" "Because I saw who really slipped it into her apron pocket, and I haven't decided if she deserves forgiveness or a police report." The bell chimed again. Outside, a robin tapped against the window. Neither moved to open the door.