HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

never wrote.

“Six words, Gareth,” I said. “You forged my name in November.”

The sound of a man’s knees going

He didn’t sit down. He held the edge of the counter with both hands like a man on a boat in weather. His knuckles went white and then red and then white again.

Diane picked the page up. She read it. She read it again. She read the signature line continue reading …