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

it against the faded satin lining, and shut the lid.

I set the box on the high shelf behind the handwritten recipe book, where the dust did not gather.

My hands felt lighter without the silver band, the bare skin cool in the dry air of the storage room. I looked at the old wooden shelves, tracing the marks where my father had carved continue reading …