Better evidence management.”

EPILOGUE — THE THING IN HIS POCKET

The morning after my wedding, I put my hand inside my husband’s tuxedo pocket and found three things.

A tiny brass key.

A jewelry receipt large enough to frighten me.

And a note from a woman signed only with the letter R.

Thank you for keeping this between us. She can never know until the right moment.

I still think that was an objectively terrible sentence.

People hear the story now and laugh.

Of course they do.