Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

his fingers brushing the delicate fronds with a tenderness that made my chest tighten.

The air was warming up under the glass, carrying the scent of damp pine needles from the woods outside.

“Donald left on the nine o’clock bus,” Gary said, not looking up from his work.

“I know,” I said. “Evelyn saw him at the station.”

“Did he say anything continue reading …