She nodded. “I used to be a baker. Night shifts. Early mornings. When the bakery closed, everything else fell apart.”
“She makes the best bread,” Evan said proudly, his mouth full.
Daniel felt something click into place.
Two weeks later, María stood frozen on the sidewalk outside an empty storefront not far from the park.
“You said this was an interview,” she whispered.
“It is,” Daniel replied, unlocking the door.
