Rose’s POV
There is a man sitting in the corner of the bakery staring at me as I carry my box to the back. I don’t recognize him, but he has the same buzz cut as the guy in the car. It has to be him. I try not to stare back and keep on walking to the kitchen. I put my box down and take in a few deep breaths.
“Rose are you ok?” Jace asks. I look up and Flora and Jace are looking at me with concern.
“Yeah sorry, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You look a little pale.” Flora asks.
“Yeah yeah. Um could you take the madeleines out of the oven, I’m going to take a step outside for some air.”
“Sure dear. Drink some water too.” Flora says.
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“NO. I mean no, I’ll be fine. Thanks for your help.” I toss the words over my shoulder as I head out the back door. I take
