Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

them family comes first.”

“Are you sure, Diana?” I asked.

“I’ve never been surer of anything,” she said.

She smiled, a small, genuine expression that made the worries of the past week feel lighter.

“We are going to buy back our own history, block by block,” I said, the words feeling solid as I spoke them.

Diana reached across the table continue reading …