Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

a jury will overlook.”

Raymond turned his cup in his hands, staring at the plastic lid. “The work was never about us, Lydia.”

“I know,” I said. “But it feels like we left a lot of people behind to get to the end of it.”

“The people here have the park,” he said, gesturing toward the green lawn. “And they will have a new representative continue reading …