The kitchen smelled of freshly baked poppy seed bread their mother only made during the winter holidays and the five Novak Roberts siblings sat around the same table where they’d eaten countless meals as children. Through the window, snow fell steadily on their parents’ backyard, clinging to the windows, heavy and …
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