My Son Left Me Alone at the Bakery Until the Business Account Was Suddenly Locked

turned the sign, I went into the office.

The building is different after dark. During the day it belongs to motion, bells and ovens and paper bags and timers. At night you can hear the bones of it. Pipes ticking. The cooler running. The floor settling under its own weight.

I opened the drawer where Evan had started keeping a folder after Raymond died.continue reading …