Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

Evelyn looked at me, her eyes quiet with sympathy as she folded the copies.

“He is the best we can get, Clara,” she said.

I knew she was right, but my purse held exactly forty-two dollars, and the court deadline of November fifteenth was shrinking every single day.

So I decided to sell my mother’s silver teapot.

Two hours later, I stood continue reading …