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

maker took a step back, looking up at the second-story windows where the storage room sat.

I knew every crack in those windows, every squeak in the floorboards above the kitchen. The town square was quiet, the occasional car passing with its headlights cutting through the growing dusk.

I looked down at my hands, the knuckles red and swollen from the continue reading …