Chapter Thirteen
Adalia stared at the page of text, fingers tracing the words again and again. It was the second warning from the bank. She had a week now, one week and they’d take the business for collateral damage.
The cash register was in front of her, the bakery was empty as usual and she was alone.
There was no fragrant aroma of baking chocolate buns or croissants. There were no cupcakes to be iced. Even her regular, the old lady, hadn’t come in for her éclairs.
There wasn’t money for marketing, and even if she marketed and brought in more customers, there wouldn’t be money to hire help to fulfill those orders.
How had it come to this?
She’d started with hopes and grand dreams. She’d envisioned an empire for the family, a legacy for her children if she ever had any. Adalia snort
