I became a private driver for a wealthy widow—when she accused me of theft, a hidden note in the car revealed a truth I never expected

it. And you were the only person outside the family in the house this week.”

The words hit me hard.

“Ma’am…” I stared at her.

Then Mrs. Whitmore looked straight at me.

“I think Stan took it.”

“Of course he did,” Bradley muttered, smirking.

“Mother, we warned you,” Vivian added, folding her arms. “You let these people get too comfortable.”

These people.

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