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

the hardwood floor. I left it there, staring at the numbers on the page until the daylight began to fade from the window, leaving the dining room in cold, grey shadow.

The bakery was dark when I returned at five, the display cases empty and clean. Clara was waiting by the front door, her coat zipped to her chin. A single cardboard box sat on the counter continue reading …