The folder containing Sarah’s estate documents wasn’t where I remembered leaving it.

I checked the neighboring files.

Then the lower shelf.

Nothing.

I remembered moving it a few days earlier, but I couldn’t immediately recall where.

For the first time since meeting Oliver, I wondered whether my growing discomfort was merely wedding anxiety.

Or whether I’d been giving someone access to my home long before I understood what he wanted from it.

The next morning, I stopped at Canton First National Bank.

I needed fifty dollars for Harry’s school athletic fees.

Brenda, who had worked there for years, smiled when I approached.