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

on it while you lit matches.”

He turned and walked away. I watched him go, then closed the door and locked it.

Hannah looked up from her book. “Is he gone?”

“Yeah,” I said. “He’s gone.”

“Good,” she said simply, and turned the page.

That night, I took her for ice cream. We sat outside under a pink and gold sky, eating our cones in silence.

“Are we ever going continue reading …