“What is it?”
Mr. Carson didn’t look away. “She said this is what you really wanted.”
My fingers felt stiff as I lifted the lid.
The first thing inside was a folded sheet of printed paper. I opened it and saw the words from my text to Jesse:
“All good. Once she’s gone, I’m set.”
“She said this is what you really wanted.”
The office went silent around me.
“Where did she get this?” I asked.
“She said your phone lit up on the kitchen table while she was sitting there.”
“And she read it?”
“She saw enough,” Mr. Carson said. “Then she wrote the words down and asked me to keep them for this box.”
“And she never said anything?”
“No. She wanted to see what you would do without being caught.”
“Where did she get this?”
I dropped the paper back into the box like it had burned me. Beneath it was a stack of receipts for boots, a coat, mechanic bills, a dental visit, and two credit card payments.
Each receipt had Evie’s handwriting on it.
“You lied about this one.”
“You thanked me for this one.”
“You almost told me the truth here.”
The last receipt was for the coat I’d worn to her funeral.
