The day had passed. Bastien’s men had moved him into his room. Kate was in the kitchen, baking cookies. The entire house was filled with the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies. Lucca entered the kitchen.

—"Miss..."

—"Lucca, want one?"

—"Yes, of course."

Kate pulled out a huge tray full of cookies, placed them in a bowl, and handed one to him.

—"These cookies are the same ones I used to bake for Bastien when we were kids," she said as she arranged them.

—"Yeah, I know. The boss always talked about them and how much he missed them. He constantly made me buy cookies from different bakeries, but after one bite, he'd leave them and say, 'They're not like hers.' Now I understand what he meant."

A message beeped on Lucca’s phone. He laughed, took a photo of his hand with the half-eaten cookie, and sent it.

—"What was that?"

Lucca showed her the message.

—“I’ll deduct another year of your salary if you’re eating my cookies.” —Underneath, the photo of the cookie with the caption—: “Too late.