I photographed it later and described the encounter to Marcus without claiming a photograph explained everything that had preceded it.

On the hall table, a bank envelope lay beneath advertising mail.

It was addressed to both of us.

I recognized the community bank where we had opened a small honeymoon account after the wedding.

I took my statement with me.

Patrick had never considered that account worth attention.

I was beginning to understand how much could depend on what he chose not to notice.

PART 3 — Forty-Two Dollars Left Behind