two of them had supposedly stopped speaking after a bitter inheritance dispute. Since Cynthia vanished, Gary had also become increasingly distant from me.
Still, I had no proof that any of it meant anything.
Then Monday arrived.
I was rushing to catch an early work flight when the zipper on my suitcase suddenly ripped apart in my hand.
The taxi was already outside.
Gary was asleep on the couch.
I didn’t have time to buy another bag.
Then I remembered the Disney suitcase.
I stood in front of the closet
