Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

” I said. “You cannot risk your career for this old bakery.”

“I am not letting Clara ruin this family’s history,” Diana said, her chin rising. “We are going to find out what she is hiding, and we are going to do it together.”

A small sense of hope, fragile as dry leaf parchment, stirred in my chest as I looked at my niece.

“We have to continue reading …