George Brought a Sealed Legal Folder to His Son’s Wedding in an Atlanta Hotel
She didn’t ask me to stay.
I went to the study.
Her blue notebook lay open on the blotter, a ribbon across the page.
I closed it without reading it and put it in the desk drawer.
Then I opened the blue legal folder and put the hairpiece inside.
My phone lit up at 8:10.
Brenda.
“George,” she said.