No More Running

VAUGHN

I pushed the heavy glass door of Praline bakery open, stepping out of the glaring afternoon heat and into the cool, air-conditioned interior. The bell above the frame jingled, but the sound was instantly drowned out by the overwhelming scent of fresh baked pastries, warm yeast, and melted chocolate. For a split second, the aroma dragged me backward in time. It reminded me of the lazy Sunda