Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

ledger heavy in my hands. I walked over to the old pantry, pushing a stack of dusty canning jars aside to hide the book behind them.

“We can’t leave it in the open,” I said, repeating my words to Gary. “Not in the open.”

Gary cracked his knuckles, the sound sharp in the quiet house. “Do you think Donald knows we found it?”

“He doesn’t continue reading …