Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

the time I pulled into the alley behind Maple Avenue Bakery.

The kitchen was quiet when I entered, the smell of yeast and cold flour reminding me of the work we had neglected.

Diana was sitting on a wooden stool in the small back storage room, surrounded by stacks of cardboard boxes and old receipt spindles.

“I found the utility logs continue reading …