When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

Beth and me home himself.

Not in the big police vehicle.

In an unmarked car that smelled faintly of coffee and wintergreen mints.

I sat in the back seat because my knees had had enough of the day.

Beth sat up front, still holding my purse like evidence.

Maple Grove looked different when we pulled in.

Same beige siding.

Same shutters.

Same porch lights.

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