Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

its cover worn at the corners.

“Besides,” Diana said, “somebody has to keep the digital log from crashing, and Clara still doesn’t know how to turn on the monitor.”

A small laugh escaped my throat, the sound light and strange in the small office. It was a good sound, one that had been missing from this room for far too long.

“We will continue reading …