~ Fifteen - Season III ~

An elderly worker was at the door upon my arrival at the bakery.

She greeted all who entered with a warm smile. As soon as I approached her, she said, “Good morning, sir. What can I help you with today?”

“I am looking for Laura. Is she here today?” I asked as I forced a weak smile.

“Oh, that little darling of ours!” she squealed. “You must be her friend,” she took my hand without asking and shook hands with me. “I will call her for you.” She then headed for the kitchen.

I headed to the wooden bench outside the bakery to avoid causing trouble. And right when I was about to sit down, Laura’s voice came from the door. I looked in her direction and she approached me whilst she wiped her hands on her apron.

“Robert,” she greeted with her ever-dazzling smile, “How are–” her smile faded as she stood before me. Slowly, she held onto my arm and asked, “Has something happened? Your entire face is red and your eyes are swollen.”

“She… she didn’t wake up,” I choked as I held back my tears fr