from Orlando.
A rental car receipt dated the day after Cynthia disappeared.
Documents connected to another identity.
Suddenly, every strange moment from the past year rearranged itself into something horrifying.
Gary checking the closet.
His phone chiming when the suitcase moved.
His refusal to let me donate it.
The changing details in his stories.
His panic whenever I mentioned Rhonda.
He hadn’t kept that suitcase because grief made him unable to let go.
He had been using it.
Opening the lining.
Adding documents.
Receiving drawings.
Maintaining a secret connection to
