Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

said, looking down at her shoes. “They want me to start on the fifteenth of next month.”

The words felt like a physical blow, leaving me unable to speak for several long seconds.

“The fifteenth,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “That is only two weeks after our tax deadline.”

“I was going to tell you earlier,” Diana said. “But with everything happening continue reading …