Prologue
216 Words
Val
It was 4 am as I drove through my little town. Barely any lights on, except for the 24-hour gas station and Gus' Diner. This is my normal time to head to the Café, so I can start baking. This Midwest town is not huge, but it's home. I've been here since I was 3 or 4, I think, since my mom brought us here to escape my father. I pulled in to my small Café, and I remember when my mom and Marge opened it. They tried so hard to make a go of it, hoping it would become full service like Gus’. It never made a good amount of foot traffic while they were alive. However, with getting better coffee and espresso machines, we draw quite a fair number of local and passing business. Although it does help to make fresh bakery items almost daily, and post them on social media. People are always looking forward to our fresh-made items.
I walked into the Café and shut off the alarm. I will only be here a couple hours this morning before I go help Max with his class. I don't know why, but my stomach feels like it's in knots today. I have a feeling like something is coming just around the corner.
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