Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

at the edges, smelling of old paper and dust.

She set the blue ledger into the very back of the drawer, behind the shipping logs from 1984. It fit tightly into the space, disappearing behind the thick stack of history.

“That is the last we will see of Apex,” Evelyn said, sliding the drawer shut and snapping the padlock into place.

She walked back to her continue reading …