Claire Left Her Diamond Wedding Band in the Master Bathroom Drawer
The voice was young.
It hitched, a small stall before the harder words.
“It is.”
“I think you know who I am,” the woman said, “and I need to show you something.”
“I don’t know who you are.”
“I’d rather not do this on the phone.”
Behind her a bus idled, the low churn of it coming through the speaker, then a door alarm and a hiss.
“Then say it now, or I’m hanging up.”