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The aroma of cinnamon filled the air, but Elena couldn't enjoy it. The news article displayed the recipe for “Aunt Millie’s Apple Cake,” a cake she’d learned to make at her grandmother’s knee. A deep sadness settled within her.

She relied on the recipe to make her happy, the aroma and memory bringing her peace. The recipe connected her to her family. The recipe gave her a feeling of purpose. She had a passion for baking, and the recipe had been stolen.

She was alone now, and she felt as if she had lost everything. The thought of starting again, of finding something else to do, terrified her. The weight of her past, the memories of her grandmother, felt like a chain around her ankles. She knew she had to keep going. She took a deep breath, and began to bake.