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

my eyes. “She told me she wanted whatever was best for you and the shop.”

I held the pen over the paper, my hand hovering just above the signature line. The ink tip was a millimeter from the white page, but something about the speed of it made me pause.

“I need to read the full contract before I sign, Howard,” I said, setting the pen back down on the continue reading …