Chapter 61.
The bell above the door of Knead To Know usually chimed with a rhythmic, predictable cheer- a signal that the morning rush of commuters and early risers had begun. But this morning, the chime sounded like a dinner bell in a shark tank. Briar had seen the line before she even turned the corner of the square. It snaked past the florist, hugged the brickwork of the old hardware store, and ended right at her doorstep. It was the largest crowd she’d seen since the Fourth of July festival, but the atmosphere wasn't festive. It was heavy with the humid, electric static of a town that had spent the last twelve hours dissecting a photograph. "Deep breaths," Briar whispered to herself, her hand trembling slightly as she fitted the key into the lock. She could feel the eyes on her back- the we
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