Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

tightly, the ink letters seeming to blur together. I slipped the receipt into my purse and turned toward the heavy double doors of the office.

The conference room at Oakhaven Savings was quiet, the only sound being the low hum of the heating vent in the corner. Arthur sat at the end of the long mahogany table, a thick ledger open before him.

Clara sat continue reading …