Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

the Buick to get my purse, my fingers cold against the metal handle of the car door.

The manila folder with the unsigned bank documents sat on the dashboard, the white paper staring back at me through the glass.

I got into the driver’s seat and stared at the empty steering wheel as the rain began to fall in earnest, streaking the windshield with long,continue reading …