It’s too long since I’ve written in here. Summer vacation is ending, and I’m using that as a prompt to pick up writing again. I haven’t written anything since we went to New Mexico two months ago.
His emerald eyes searched mine as he took the box out of his pocket. Looking for clues? A hint of my answer? He looked proud.
“How could you afford it?” I asked.
The jeweler’s box trembled in his hand. He looked down in—was it shame? I couldn’t believe Red would do anything to bring shame.
“I got a job.” His voice was almost a whisper. “They asked me if I’d run for them. Oh, Lissa, I didn’t know what was in those bags.”
I startled. “Do you mean—“ I hesitated. “I can’t accept this.”
Outside, police sirens wailed.