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

baker’s twine. She had her winter coat unbuttoned, her hair perfectly smoothed back as if she had been awake for hours, not a single strand out of place. Her boots clicked sharply against the concrete floor as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

She set the box on the stainless steel counter, right beside the empty spot continue reading …