The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

weird.

Behind the photo was a letter in his handwriting.

Emma, if you’re reading this, I failed to keep it small.

I sat down.

The Debt Book

We didn’t get long.

Maybe nine minutes.

Maybe less.

A black SUV pulled up outside with its lights off.

Jolene saw it through the kitchen window and grabbed my sleeve.

“Back door.”

We ran.

I am not graceful when running. Nobody continue reading …