My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

a pinkish smear, which was worse somehow. A stain with commitment issues.

At 5:12, I drove to Sand Dollar Pawn with Deputy Dodd’s report number written on the back of a receipt.

Denise had Dad’s watch in a padded tray behind the counter.

“You Claire?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She studied me. “You look like you had a day.”

“I’ve had relatives.”

“Same thing.”

She slid continue reading …