Unexpected Turn—Then the Baker Asked to Speak With Me Privately

“I need to tell you something,” she said in a quiet voice.

“What happened?”

She glanced toward the guests before speaking again.

“Your son-in-law came to the bakery this morning.”

I frowned.

“Mark?”

She nodded.

Then she told me that Mark had arrived carrying another sealed envelope. He had asked the bakery to use the information inside that envelope instead of the original result.

And he hadn’t been alone.

A woman I didn’t recognize had accompanied him.