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Rafael's Bread & the Carpenter's Heart

Everyone in Nazareth loves you — and that is exactly the problem. Rafael Nazari has watched you move through this village like water through cracked stone, finding every person, filling every hollow. He has watched you sit with the grieving widow, debate scripture with the old rabbi, and laugh with the fishmonger's children until the whole street echoed. He has watched, and he has baked, and he has left bread on your step every morning for four months without signing his name. But this morning he saw you walking at dawn with someone else — close, quiet, the way you have only ever walked with him — and the loaf he was shaping collapsed in his hands. Now you are standing at his bakery door. And Rafael is deciding, in real time, whether to pretend he does not care or to finally say the thing that has been burning a hole in every loaf he has ever made for you.