06/14/2026
Victoria Hayes grabbed the bread bag from Grace Miller and threw it onto the café floor.
Fresh rolls rolled across the tiles.
The warm café went silent.
Grace stood frozen in her apron, her face red with shame.
A white label on the bag read:
City Hospital — Emergency Meal Delivery.
Victoria looked at the bread with cruel disgust.
Then she said loudly—
“Even your bread looks cheap.”
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