The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

like me.

The next morning, I went back to the Harrington house for one thing. Not the ring. Not the dress. Not even the satisfaction of seeing the breakfast table stripped for evidence.

I went for the sticky note.

The original one.

Trust Malcolm.

It was still folded in my coat pocket, soft at the corners now.

As I stood in that marble hallway, Ryan was being continue reading …