forwarded it to Elaine.
Because now I was certain there was much more happening than a simple misunderstanding.
The following morning, Elaine called shortly after nine.
“Anna, I’m outside Tara’s apartment. Before I go in, tell me exactly what you want.”
I looked at the receipts scattered across my bed.
“Everything she still has. Whatever money she made from selling my clothes. And the truth about why she did this.”
“You have my word that I’ll ask.”
Nick had already left to watch football with friends.
He’d left a note
