Madrid Iowa Orchard Owners Stand Against a Counterfeit Prophecy for Two Thousand Twenty Six

until we reached the gravel road and the truck.

I did not start the engine right away, sitting with my hands on the plastic steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.

“The bank,” I said, turning the key. “The main branch on the square.”

“The manager will not show you Arthur’s personal records, Clara,” Evelyn said, looking out the side window as we continue reading …