What I’d spotted in the desk drawer turned out to be a photograph. I even recognized it, because an identical one sat on the mantel in the living room at my parents’ house. It was a snapshot Lance had taken with his phone, a picture that Kara had liked so much, she’d gotten duplicates made at the local drugstore and then had given them to everyone.
The photo was from a barbecue last summer at the Rineharts’, everyone looking tanned and relaxed and happy after an afternoon of splashing in the creek and enjoying the shade of the big oak trees that sheltered its banks. Callista and I were caught mid-giggle, while Grace stood behind us, annoying the crap out of her younger brother Kevin by tousling his already messy bright blond hair. Their little sister Melissa looked on, grinning.
And off
