Chapter 2: Unraveling Threads
The next morning, the strange sense of unease lingered in the air as I opened the bakery for another day. The bell above the door jingled with every new customer, but each time it sounded, I couldn’t help but glance up, half-expecting the tall man to walk in again. He hadn’t seemed dangerous, but there was something about him—something unsettling—that kept me on edge.
Ravi’s words from last night echoed in my mind: “Maybe you’re on the brink of discovering something significant.” I wasn’t sure if I believed that, but I couldn’t deny that something felt off. Something was shifting, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the man had something to do with it.
As I kneaded dough for the day’s first batch of pastries, I found myself lost in thought, my hands movin
