Chapter Four

The note was only the beginning.

What Jodi Ellison can’t shake isn’t just the message—it’s the precision behind it. Someone knew her routine. Someone knew the cake. Someone knew exactly where to hide a warning where only she would find it.

And now the questions are multiplying.

As whispers about the upcoming wedding ripple through Marigold Bay, small details start refusing to stay small. A comment that doesn’t quite land right. A timeline that feels off. A reaction that’s just a little too careful.

Jodi starts to realize the message may not have been meant to scare her away.

It may have been meant to pull her in.

The deeper she looks, the more the bakery—the safest place she knows—starts to feel like the center of something much bigger. And somewhere ...