RachelThe lingering echo of the cash register slamming shut reverberated through the empty bakery like a cruel taunt. Rachel watched through blurred, tear-filled eyes as the last of the mobsters disappeared into the fading light of the afternoon, taking with them not just the day's earnings but a piece of her spirit. The door thudded closed, hollow against the quiet space that now smelled overwhelmingly of sugar and despair.
Her hands trembled as she gripped the counter for support, the cool marble beneath her fingertips doing little to steady her shaking body. Each breath was a battle, and the silence around her pressed down like a weight, filled with the ghosts of laughter and the sweet aroma of a bakery that no longer brought her joy.
Just as the first tear spilled over and traced a warm path down her cheek, the shop bell jangled harshly, an abrupt reminder that the world outside hadn't paused. Startled, her heart skipped a beat. Wiping her cheeks hurriedly with the sleeve of her apron, she inhaled deeply, attempting to mask her distress. Her eyes, however, remained puffy and red, stark evidence of the ordeal she had just endured.
Forcing the corners of her mouth upwards into a semblance of a welcome, Rachel stepped out from behind the sanctuary of her counter. The bell chimed again as the door opened, admitting a slice of the late afternoon sun that cast long shadows across the floor.
Her hands trembled as she gripped the counter for support, the cool marble beneath her fingertips doing little to steady her shaking body. Each breath was a battle, and the silence around her pressed down like a weight, filled with the ghosts of laughter and the sweet aroma of a bakery that no longer brought her joy.
Just as the first tear spilled over and traced a warm path down her cheek, the shop bell jangled harshly, an abrupt reminder that the world outside hadn't paused. Startled, her heart skipped a beat. Wiping her cheeks hurriedly with the sleeve of her apron, she inhaled deeply, attempting to mask her distress. Her eyes, however, remained puffy and red, stark evidence of the ordeal she had just endured.
Forcing the corners of her mouth upwards into a semblance of a welcome, Rachel stepped out from behind the sanctuary of her counter. The bell chimed again as the door opened, admitting a slice of the late afternoon sun that cast long shadows across the floor.
Welcome to Cupcake Cottage,she announced, her voice cracking slightly, a brittle smile painted on her face. The smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, clouded with unshed tears, hoping her appearance wouldn’t betray the turmoil threatening to overwhelm her.
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