Lou's Diner
I fled the night I found the money.
My husband didn’t attend his mother’s funeral, but he was there for the posthumous legal proceedings that awarded him his inheritance. I knew he’d received a hefty sum, but, given his paranoia, I assumed he wouldn’t cash a check that large. As it turned out, I was wrong. Nate must have thought our steel, padlocked shed was safer than the rickety town bank with its half-asleep teller.
