“At seven forty-five at the Shell station on Route 4,” I said.

“Every single number matches the seventy-three-million-dollar jackpot.”

“Seventy-three million,” she repeated, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“It’s verified on the state’s central computer,” I said.

Evelyn held my gaze, her thumb pressing softly into my shoulder.

“Have you said one word to Mark about this?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“He thinks I’m working retail shifts and sitting at home.”