My Daughter Dropped a Glass—Then I Learned the “Second Bottle” Was Already on Its Way Before It Ever Broke

I followed Daniel outside.

He was putting trash bags into the Buick.

The odometer was somewhere around 176,000 miles, and the engine had started taking two tries some mornings.

“What did you write in your first statement?”

“Whatever I told them.”

“You said the chemical was already here.”

“It was.”

“Then why did Evelyn bring another bottle?”