The Point of No Return The bakery kitchen was still warm from the ovens, the scent of vanilla and yeast clinging to the air. Becca scrubbed the counter with unnecessary force when the bell above the door chimed. She didn’t turn around. “You’re early.” Marlon locked the door behind him, flipping the sign to Closed…....
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