But every time someone turned away, the smile disappeared.
Something was wrong.
Then I noticed Jenna.
The baker.
She was standing near the gate.
I frowned.
I hadn’t realized she had returned.
She wasn’t smiling either.
Her arms were folded tightly across her chest.
She was staring at Mark.
Then she looked at Lauren.
Then at me.
Our eyes met.
Jenna made a tiny motion with her hand.
Come here.
I glanced at Lauren.
She was surrounded by friends.
Mark still had one arm around her.
I crossed the yard.
“What are you doing here?”
Jenna lowered her voice.
“I need to show you something.”
“What?”
“Not here.”
Every instinct in me tightened.
She led me toward the delivery van.
Then she took out her phone.
“This morning, your son-in-law came into the bakery.”
I frowned.
“Mark?”
“Yes.”
“He was here helping set up.”Download Reference Apps
“Not all morning.”
