Mia searches for her mission in note
Mia and Brandon walked down the sidewalk, bundled up against the brisk, cold air in puffy coats and hats. The mouthwatering scent of baking cookies drifted through the air, coming from the Cookie Crumble Bakery, mixing with the smell of coffee from the Busy Bean Cafe next door. Mia took in a deep breath, loving the way everything seemed to smell so much better in the cold winter air. “So you have no idea what the note means?” Brandon asked, and Mia shook her head. “For the hundredth time, no.” She patted her coat pocket, where the note was safely stowed away. “The address ...