Gemotions

The scent of baking bread filled Liam’s small kitchen, the aromas a testament to his success. He’d finally perfected his signature sourdough, and Chef Dubois would be proud. He felt almost too bouncy. This was a dream come true.

He arrived at the bakery, a large smile plastered on his face. He'd show off the bread and receive the advice he needed. The bakery seemed unusually quiet. Chef Dubois's office was closed. He turned the handle and found the room vacant. A small, handwritten recipe sat on the counter, next to a jar of jam. He laughed, a deep, happy sound.