THE SHERIFF DIDN’T COME TO ARREST ME… HE CAME BECAUSE OF WHO THE OLD MAN REALLY WAS.”

My throat went dry.

Behind me, I could hear my triplets laughing in the kitchen over cereal cartoons, completely unaware that a sheriff was standing at our front door asking for me by name.

Every horrible possibility slammed into my head at once.

Maybe the money was stolen.
Maybe the old man changed his story.
Maybe someone saw me with the wallet and accused continue reading …