Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

The cold marble slab under my palms usually felt like the only solid thing in Oakhaven, but today the yeast dough was rising too fast. Beside me, Clara adjusted her silver watch and kept her eyes on the wooden roller.

“We need to list the building by Friday,” Clara said.

I paused, smoothing my linen apron with both hands to keep them steady. “The sign continue reading …