once. “They won’t expect it.”

I touched the edge of Dad’s necklace resting against my throat.

“No,” I said quietly. “They never really saw me at all.”

When my mother and Violet returned home from shopping, the house was empty.

Not trashed.

Not burglarized.

Empty.

The furniture was gone. The artwork was gone. The wine fridge was gone. My books, rugs, coats,continue reading …