napkins,” she said, “and I saw Lara’s purse open.”
Before I could understand what was happening, she dumped the entire contents of my purse onto the dining table. My wallet. My phone. Lipstick. Keys. Loose change. And a sealed box of Plan B with a CVS receipt dated November 23, 2015, the day before, stuck to the back.
The room went so silent I could continue reading …
