I opened the message box.
I would not accuse him of anything. Not until I had the facts.
By the next afternoon, I would have more facts than I wanted.
***
The following morning, Greg packed his suitcase and left for his business trip.
“Drive safe.”
He studied my face for a second too long. I gave him my usual soft smile, and he left.
There were four Rachels.
Once his car cleared the driveway, I opened my laptop.
The yard sale post was still up in a neighborhood group. I opened the message box and typed.
Me:Hi, Marla! I bought the little pink stroller from you yesterday. My son loves the doll that came with it. Do you happen to know if she had a name?
She replied within an hour.
Marla: Oh, Hi! That stroller belonged to my friend Rachel’s daughter. Her name’s Carol. They just moved, so Rachel left a bunch of things with me to sell.
