Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
I opened the flaps.
Nina had stacked everything neatly.
A coffee mug from the agency kitchen, a pad of sticky notes, a framed photo of the girls at the county fair.
Under the photo was Sophie’s painted mug, blue and green with a yellow sun that had eyelashes.
Under the mug was Lucy’s plastic astronaut.
A folded note sat between them.
“The mug and the astronaut were on your desk.
I put them on top so they wouldn’t break.