My Family Reported Five Million Dollars Stolen Before They Ever Checked My Leather Case

Fiona opened the front door.

“You want leftovers?”

She had her phone in her hand, screen up.

I said no.

“Your loss,” she said, and closed the door.

A second later the porch light clicked off.

I climbed into the Buick and laid the key ring in my palm.

My mother had picked up my purse beside the refrigerator.