I Said “Okay” And Packed Before They Knew What I’d Sent

her belt, and the kind of practical shoes that said she’d be on her feet all day whether anybody confessed or not. Beside her stood Deputy Flores from the sheriff’s office, young and red-cheeked and trying not to look inside too much.

“Emma Mercer?”

“Yeah.”

She held up a folder.

“You contacted our fraud unit last night.”

Behind me, Dad said, “She is a minor.continue reading …