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The newspaper lay open on the kitchen table, the headline screaming at Maya. "The Ambrosia Tart: A Culinary Revelation!" Beside the article was a stunning photo of the tart itself – golden crust, shimmering glaze, perfectly arranged fruit. Maya’s heart hammered against her ribs.

Her breath hitched. She remembered the tart she made for her cousin's wedding, a baking effort she poured her heart and soul into. She’d shared the recipe with a friend, Sarah, who wanted to start a small bakery. Then, Sarah had gone silent. Now, here was Maya's tart, under Sarah's name, celebrated as a triumph.

She had to sit. The chair creaked under her weight. The words blurred before her eyes, but she knew she couldn’t look away.