CORINNE
“Hey, is this urgent?” I asked the second Maya picked up. I nudged my office door shut with my heel and leaned against it. “I was planning on catching up with you later this evening.”
She had texted me earlier with a cryptic “Call me ASAP.” No emojis.
“Not urgent,” she said, though her tone didn’t match the word. “I just needed to confirm something. I got the packages this morning.”
“Ah.”
Nathan’s packages.
The first, which arrived at the school, was the sickeningly expensive diamond necklace; the second, delivered to my house on Sunday, was a vintage designer watch.
I had wanted to toss both into the trash but Maya insisted on checking them first.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, walking over to my desk and dropping into my chair.
“It depends,” she said carefully. “Was Na
