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

I looked at the blank space on the kitchen counter where my green mixer used to sit, the empty spot a reminder of what I had been forced to give up to get to this table.

I was not going to let them have the limestone.

I gathered the pages, aligning the edges until they were perfectly straight.

I reached into the drawer and pulled out continue reading …