Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

nor did she look at the steaming bowl in front of her.

She turned and walked out of the kitchen, her footsteps heavy on the stairs as she went up to her bedroom.

Clara’s untouched dinner plate sat cold on the kitchen table.

By seven the next morning, the sharp scent of lemon zest and warm yeast filled the kitchen, but the silence between continue reading …