Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

for five thousand dollars,” Clara said, her voice shaking slightly.

I reached out and placed my hand over hers on the counter, feeling the strength in her fingers.

“We do not owe him our peace, Clara,” I said. “Not anymore.”

She looked at me, a long breath escaping her lips, and nodded.

The blue recipe notebook rested open on the clean kitchen counter.continue reading …