Meghan’s P.O.V.
The autumn afternoon sun poured through the bakery windows, warming the scent of freshly baked cookies that filled every corner of the shop. I had spent the previous hours baking and decorating, each cookie a little work of art. I had made everything from sugar cookies shaped like animals to frosted stars and flowers, all carefully packaged in little bags. My plan was simple: be ready by the time school was out, hand out samples to the kids walking by with their parents, and, hopefully, lure in some new customers.
Right on cue, as the bell rang down the street, I took my basket of treats and stepped outside, holding up a warm, friendly smile as kids and their mothers passed me by. My heart lifted at the sight of each delighted face as I handed them over a free cookie. The
