He opened one drawer.
Then another.
“Mark, what are you doing?”
He ignored me and yanked open the bottom drawer.
Suddenly, he started pulling things out and throwing them onto the floor.
“Where is it?”
Linda frowned.
“Where’s what?”
He didn’t answer.
He checked the drawer again, helala boys then dropped to his knees and looked under the nightstand.
I’d never seen him panic like that.
Linda and I looked at each other.
Something in her expression made Mark stop searching.
He looked up at her.
“Mom… what did you do?!”
The room went silent.
Linda’s face changed.
“What are you talking about?”
Mark stood.
“There was an envelope in this drawer.”
I stared at him.
“What envelope?”
He ignored me again.
“Where is it?”
Linda folded her arms.
“I found several things while I was cleaning.”
“You weren’t cleaning. You were searching.”
“I had reason to.”
“Where’s the envelope?”
She hesitated.
That was enough.
Mark stepped closer.
