Michael Carter Pushed Me Toward a Fifty Million Dollar Funeral
I ran a finger down the printed times and stopped where his arrival was recorded.
I asked if he would change anything if he could.
He said one spelling in the weather report.
Nothing about the timeline.
He took a pen from his bag and wrote the date in the margin of the copy.
He kept the original in the official file.
This was mine.
I slid it into a folder beside the documents my attorney had gathered.