PART 2 OF 8
THE SMALL WRITING DESK
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
I walked toward the small writing desk in the living room.
For six months I'd kept every statement.
Not because I believed someone was stealing.
Because I was terrified I might someday need proof of what I could and could not remember.
I opened the bottom drawer.
Inside was a manila folder.
Every questionable transaction was highlighted in yellow.