My Mother Had Me Handcuffed at Work Over My Own Car Until the Evidence She Missed Changed Everything

I had any reason to believe I knew who might have taken it, I hesitated. I’m not sure yet, I said.

Then I called Loretta.

She answered on the second ring. Her voice was calm. Morning calm, the kind that comes from a full night’s sleep and a cup of coffee already finished. My car is gone, I said. What do you mean, gone, she said. A pause, one beat, two.continue reading …