Arthur set his burger back down in the basket.

He wiped his hands deliberately on a napkin.

“I sold my vintage coin collection,” Arthur said.

He leaned on the last word of the sentence, looking straight at her.

Claire stared at him.

The coins were his only hobby.

He kept them in a velvet-lined case on his desk at the high school.

He had spent ten years tracking down one particular silver dollar from nineteen twenty-one.