Deianira Festa Verified -

Word spread, as it always does in the clean alleys of small towns. Some called it coincidence; others said Deianira had staged the whole thing to boost the business above the pastry shop. Deianira kept opening the door to whoever came, listening to histories and checking signatures, telling people whether their heirlooms were genuine and whether their memories had anchors in the past. She refused to answer whether the journal had been written by her younger self. To ask that was to ask whether one could be unchanged and still return.