Six Years After the Lake Trip, One Blue Envelope Upended Everything Clara Believed
“He’s been moving money out of the account since May.”
I pulled the yellow cable out of the back of the TV and carried the little camera into the kitchen.
Sophie stood by the sink while I propped the viewing screen open on the kitchen table beside the napkin holder.
We watched the forty-second clip three times while the kettle heated on the stove.
“Uncle Dean brought us four bags of groceries the week after Dad disappeared,” Sophie said.
“He paid our forty-dollar monthly phone bill too,” I said.