Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

me, her cheeks red from the cold.

“It’s a beautiful piece, isn’t it?” she asked, gesturing toward the window.

“It is,” I said.

“The gentleman who bought it this morning said it was a gift for his wife,” she said, setting the box on a wooden bench outside the door. “He was very particular about the polish.”

I looked at the empty space on the shelf where continue reading …