Paige Cooper — The Secret Behind Table Four
The response was overwhelming.
Strangers sent encouragement, and local customers came to the café asking for me by name.
A few people posted cruel messages, accusing me of inventing everything for a payoff.
Then a small envelope arrived by post at Leila’s office.
No return address.
Inside was a copy of an invoice marked with The Grand Bell’s name and an unfamiliar contractor: Harborline Facilities Services.
Across the bottom someone had written, in careful block letters: ASK WHO PAID TO CHANGE THE CAMERAS.
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