The Retired Sheriff Lived Alone for Five Years… Until a Widow Opened a Bakery Next Door.

his hands on the counter were not entirely. “I didn’t want to watch that happen again.”

“I know,” Walter said. “That’s why I didn’t push.”

Daniel nodded once. He looked at the cinnamon roll Margaret had put in front of him. He ate it.

It was quiet in the bakery for a few minutes, the comfortable kind.

“Mr. Hayes,” Daniel said.

“Walter,” Walter said.

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