“Unlocking Secrets: What Lies Within Carrie Mac’s Mysterious Three Envelopes?”
“Fuck you,” he hollers across the parking lot. “Fuck you!”
“Dad,” the one son says. “Come on.”
Stephanie glares at me. She clutches the envelopes in her hand. The other son steers her into the passenger seat of the sports car and buckles her in. As he pulls out of the parking spot, Stephanie twists her head and keeps glaring at me until she can’t, and then she faces forward and crooks her elbow out the open window, like she’s just a woman and her son sitting in his nice new car, out for a drive one sunny morning.
