He Said My Mother Dying Wasn’t His Problem

of foundation on the inside collar.

I just stood there.

Pruitt came up behind me and said, very softly, “Jesus.”

Ryan had followed us into the bedroom by then. “What now?”

I held up the collar.

He actually shrugged.

“It was just hanging there.”

That was the moment. Stranger than the video call. Stranger than the woman on the couch.

My dress uniform.

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