Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

it is the truth.”

The local bank branch on Broad Street was dark by eight o’clock, the security lights casting long shadows across the gravel.

Beatrice was waiting in her sedan in the corner of the parking lot, her engine running to keep the heater warm.

I climbed into the passenger seat, the smell of her leather upholstery familiar and clean.

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