whispers in the Bakery

Amilia wiped her hands on her apron, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon lingering in the warm air of her bakery. The early morning rush had settled, leaving behind a calm that was almost too quiet. She glanced at the clock-10:00 a.m. on the dot. Her regulars would be filtering in soon, but for now, she had a rare moment to herself.

Ever since Daniel's disappearance, a strange tension had settled over her life. It wasn't just the fear of what might happen next but a deeper, unsettling sense of absence. She found herself looking over her shoulder more often, half expecting him to appear around the corner. But there was nothing. The police had been informed, and all leads seemed to vanish as quickly as they came.

Story of a girl and her sacrifice

its my first story please don't hate
English is not my first language so you might find some errors please be kind enough to point them out.