Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

address was printed in sharp, black block letters.

“What is this?” Diana asked, her hand moving toward the envelope.

“A formal notice of intent,” Frank said, his overly friendly smile not matching the coldness in his eyes. “My investment group has purchased the secondary mortgage note from Clara’s representative.”

I felt the air leave my lungs, my hand continue reading …