Three Sisters Divided Over a Limestone Bakery Built in Nineteen Sixty-Eight

The metal cash box on the flour-dusted prep table held only four twenties and a single five. Three hundred dollars was missing from the morning bank drop. I knew every dollar that went into that metal box, down to the two-dollar price of our morning black coffee.

I twirled my silver wedding ring around my finger, the metal cool against my swollen, stiff continue reading …