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

my finger resting on the ink of her name. My silver wedding ring felt tight, and I twirled it twice against my knuckle to ease the pressure.

“It is standard administrative procedure for any outstanding mortgage balance,” Howard said. He did not look at my face, choosing instead to straighten the edge of his desk calendar.

“Clara signed this alone,” I continue reading …