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

something simple—family, quiet conversation, maybe a candle on dessert. I’d booked a nice restaurant with white tablecloths and string lights over the patio. There was an ornamental pool, more decorative than functional, surrounded by potted plants and lanterns.

Hannah came out in the navy dress I’d saved for something special, twirling once. “How do continue reading …