Chapter 13 - Six Months Later, Someone Tried to Destroy Our Bakery Again—But This Time the Whole City Stood With UsThe bakery was vandalized.
Windows broken.
Equipment destroyed.
But before I could even open the doors, customers appeared.
Hundreds.
They brought flowers.
Food.
Money.
Offers to help.
The same city that once whispered Vincent's name now stood behind us.
Vincent looked at the crowd.
“I never thought I'd see this.”
I smiled.
“People remember who protects them.”
He looked at me.
“Or who feeds them.”
“That too.”
We rebuilt.
The bakery reopened.
The first loaf sold out in minutes.
Vincent stood beside me.
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I like this life.”
“So do I.”
“No guns.”
“No blood.”
“No enemies.”
“Exactly.”
A child entered the bakery.
She pointed at Vincent.
“Is that the bad man?”
I laughed.
Vincent sighed.
“Apparently.”
The little girl looked at me.
“Did you save him?”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
She looked impressed.
Then she whispered:
“Cool.”
May you like
Vincent shook his head.
“I'll never recover from this.”
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