“I want to file a complaint.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
“And preserve the security footage.”
I shouldn’t have grabbed you.
“I’ll make sure it’s saved.”
“What’s his name?”
“Michael.”
Mom squeezed my arm. “Please, sweetheart. Home.”
I wanted answers, but she looked exhausted.
So I helped her into the car and drove us home.
I want to file a complaint.
***
She didn’t say a word the entire way.
“Mom, say something.”
“Just drive, Claire.”
“You know that man, don’t you?”
“Please. Not now.”
She looked exhausted.
I waited until we got home.
“Who were those children?”
“Your father had that locket. I found it among his things.”
“Why bring it shopping?”
“I meant to show you.”
Not now.
“Then show me.”
“It’s not important anymore.”
“A stranger started crying when he saw it!”
“I don’t know why.”
“You’re lying.”
Your father had that locket.
