Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

a few feet from the bench, my shadow falling across her shoes.

She looked up, her expression tightening when she recognized me.

“Lydia,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Del,” I said.

I did not know what else to say to her.

“They have been asking about the accounts,” she said, her fingers tightening on the strap of her bag. “They wanted to know continue reading …