Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

I held the paper up to the faint light filtering through the window. The signature at the bottom was written in shaky blue ink, spelling out my name with a stiff, unnatural slant. I did not look at it for long. I closed the safe door, spun the dial, and hung the watercolor painting back on its hook.

By three in the morning, I was continue reading …