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

hundred dollars lay next to the deed transfer paper, both of them reminding me of how little time I had left.

A light tap on the front door broke the quiet of the house. Beatrice walked in without waiting, her coat still unbuttoned and her face pale in the dim light of the hallway.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the antique continue reading …