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

rustled the dry oak leaves against the windowpane.

I made a fresh cup of black coffee and set it on a coaster, the steam rising in the cool room.

The blue check sat in the center of the table, next to the three-page bank agreement Howard had given me.

I picked up my magnifying glass, the old silver-plated one that belonged to my father, and held it over continue reading …