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

air was sharp outside, but the bank lobby smelled of damp wool, floor wax, and the dry heat of old radiator pipes. My right thumb twirled the silver wedding ring on my finger, a habit that always flared up when the arthritis in my knuckles began to throb.

The worn marble steps leading up to the second floor had deep dips in the center where three generations continue reading …