Myra
Monday morning didn't come with a sunrise; it came with a heavy gray mist that clung to the peaks of Mount Tabor, blurring the line between the mountains and the sky. I stood at the window of the apartment for a long time, the check tucked safely into my coat pocket. It felt like a live wire against my side.
Today was the day the scales were supposed to balance.
I left Tony at the bakery, the familiar sound of the oven’s hum a steady heartbeat in the background. He squeezed my hand before I left, a silent reminder that I wasn't walking into this battle alone, even if I was the one, as Dot’s Power of Attorney, who had to sign the papers. The walk to the town office was only a few blocks, but every step felt like I was wading through deep water.
The municipal building was a squat, w
