Chapter 18 The Reckoning

Theo’s POV

Friday arrives like a fist to the solar plexus.

It’s 2:37 p.m. The bakery is in the post-lunch lull—only two customers nursing coffees at the corner table, the espresso machine hissing softly, the smell of cooling sourdough hanging heavy. Jaz is behind the counter wiping down the milk ste...

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