A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
“I’m just saying mistakes happen.”
“So does theft.”
His chair scraped as he stood.
“You expect me to believe a stranger took your key and knew exactly where your safe was?”
The wording was almost Brenda’s.
That did not mean they had rehearsed it.
It meant they had spoken without me and arrived at an explanation that suited both of them.
“He had help,” I said.