I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

framed photos were gone from the hall table. The good dishes from the dining room cabinet. Even the coat stand by the front door was missing, which somehow made me angrier than the rest.

The house felt stripped.

Not empty yet. Just handled.

Mr. Bell walked me to Walter’s study and pointed at the desk by the window.

I used the key.

The bottom drawer stuck continue reading …