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

the stray grey strands near her temple, a nervous habit she always fell back on whenever anyone asked about her personal finances.

Mr. Vance’s assistant had delivered the dissolution agreement at eleven, leaving the manila envelope on the front counter. The papers were crisp and smelled of fresh toner.

Clara patted her hair again, her fingers lingering continue reading …