Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

at the white paper envelope. The thought of taking my oldest friend’s grocery money made my throat tight, but the determination in her eyes was absolute.

“Keep your cash, Evelyn,” I said, pushing the envelope back toward her. “David is already working on it.”

“With what?” she asked.

“A tool from his old job,” I said. “We are going to find out what is continue reading …