“My eyesight.”
She paused. “That was mentioned.”
Of course it had been.
When Walter came back that afternoon, I asked, “Did you see Aunt Lisa near my glasses that morning?”
He frowned. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“She was near your purse. I think she had something in her hand.”
“What?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I wasn’t really watching.”
It wasn’t proof.
But it was enough to keep the suspicion alive.
So I waited until I was discharged.
Lisa offered to drive me home.
I declined and took a cab.
Once home, Walter helped me search again.
“You once put your phone in the freezer.”
“Once.”
“Twice.”
“Traitor.”
Then I remembered the security camera near the front door.
My purse had been directly in its view that morning.
We pulled up the recording from the day of the crash.
Walter leaned toward the screen. “Oh, there she comes.”
“Shh.”
