(Scarlett's POV)
The morning starts wrong. I know it the moment I see Mrs. Chen standing outside my bakery at seven-thirty, holding a bag of my honey wheat bread like it's contaminated waste.
"I want my money back," she says the second I unlock the door. "This bread made my whole family sick."
My stomach drops. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Food poisoning. All night long." She shoves the bag at me. "My grandson couldn't even keep water down."
Before I can respond, Mr. Rodriguez appears behind her, waving a receipt. "Me too. That cinnamon roll from yesterday? Worst stomach bug I've had in years."
Then Mrs. Patterson. Then the young mother who bought cupcakes for her daughter's playdate. Then five more customers, all demanding refunds, all claiming my food made them violently ill.
"I don't unde
