Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

containing Beatrice’s handwritten recipes from the corner of the desk.

“This stays in my private locker from now on,” Clara said.

She adjusted her silver watch, the metal strap clicking against her wrist.

I smoothed my linen apron and waited several seconds before I spoke. “Beatrice always kept that on the shelf by the flour bin so anyone could reach continue reading …