“Yes?”
“Leave the house key underneath the stone planter. Don’t make me call the police because you decide to steal something.”
A faint smile touched my lips.
“Of course, Dorian.”
He hung up.
Silence filled the room briefly.
Then Evelyn took off her glasses.
“Please tell me you recorded that.”
I rotated my phone toward her.
The recorder remained active.
“Every word.”
Evelyn breathed out.
“Well. I suppose that answers whether you should feel guilty about selling.”
I lifted the gold pen beside the paperwork.
“I stopped feeling guilty when
