I closed it four times before I believed it.
For the first few days our relationship was strictly professional.
I made breakfast, cleaned, did laundry, and sorted the receipts Dorothy had been piling up in a shoebox.
She quickly noticed I understood invoices and bank statements.
“You weren’t always a housekeeper, were you?”
“No, ma’am. I used to run a company.”
She didn’t ask anything more.
But I noticed something strange.
Twice, while sweeping the front porch, I saw a gray sedan parked across the street.
When I looked up, it pulled away.
The second time, I caught sight of a man taking pictures with his phone.
I figured Brian had hired someone to keep tabs on me, but I had no proof.
I wrote down the partial license plate and the time in a notebook.
Pr*son teaches you to write things down.
On day twelve, Dorothy asked me to sit down and eat with her.
