At Eleven, She Moved In. At Six, I Changed The Locks.

answer.

“How much?”

“Forty-two,” she snapped.

“Forty-two hundred?”

She looked away.

Tyler said, “Forty-two thousand.”

Nobody moved.

Neil the locksmith looked at the floor.

Deputy Collins wrote something else down.

Richard put both hands over his mouth.

And me?

I reached over, took the untouched piece of toast from Madison’s plate, and dropped it into the trash.continue reading …