Mackenzie’s POV
We pull up outside of my bakery, and my heart hammers as I take in the large wooden board that covers one side of my shop. The bakery itself is in darkness, the closed sign hanging in the middle of the door window.
I had the foresight to message Eralia and let her know about what happened, telling her not to come in today. I’ll assured her that I would still pay her, it’s not the young woman’s fault that someone smashed my window. My assistant did offer to come in and help clean up the mess from the window, but I declined. I doubt that it’s a two person job and to be honest, I want to do it myself, some part of me thinks that cleaning the mess will somehow give me power over what happened, prove that it hasn’t rattled me.
We walk around to the side entrance, and I unlock
