Chapter Ten
More customers came in the bakery and Jake left their table with a relieved expression on his face. As Beatrice and Meadow walked out, Beatrice intoned, “All roads lead to Ida.”
“It certainly appears that way,” said Meadow. “Are we heading that way, then? Here, pull out your phone and let’s see what Vivian has to say about Ida before we go.”
Beatrice obediently pulled up the journal entry involving Ida.
July 9th
Of course, one reason no one may like me is because of the accident. That accident still haunts me so much that I can’t stand to write about it. I would never have wanted anything to happen to my new friend. Never. I wish I’d made her wear a seatbelt ... she just hated them so. And I wish that deer, bounding out in front of my car, hadn’t startled me the way it did
