“Bring a heavy flashlight,” Grace said.

“The wiring in that old shed has been dead since July.”

By eleven that night Bennett was fast asleep in his room down the hall.

I sat at the little desk in my bedroom under the yellow light of a gooseneck lamp, surrounded by monthly utility bills and bank statements.

The twelve-hundred-dollar check I’d written Evelyn had cleared my account earlier that afternoon.

That one payment had knocked a big hole in my emergency fund.