My Nephew Threw My Purse in the Pool—By Morning, My Brother’s Car Was Gone

moment my purse was hanging on my chair, the strap looped neatly over the back. The next, Logan’s small fingers were closing around it, and he was running.

“Hey—” I started, half-laughing, thinking it was a game.

It wasn’t.

“Logan!” Hannah gasped.

Every head turned. Logan reached the railing and turned to face us, the purse dangling from his hand like continue reading …