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bastard for it.”
                  I shrugged. “They found nothing on him. Plus they never even found her body. It was all circumstantial, so I can’t say I’m surprised.”
                  “They found her blood in the trunk of his BMW!”
                  “Still not enough. They couldn’t determine how old it was.”
                  She let out a sound of disgust. “Well, deep enough pockets and you can get out of anything, huh?”
                  “Yep.”
                  She sighed and sat idle for a short while. She closed her eyes and let the sun beat down on her. Exhaustion after a long shift made her body look like jelly in her chair.
                  “I love you, Claire,” she said quietly, her face solemn as she opened her eyes to look at me.
                  “I know,” I replied, trying not to get agitated by the guilty sound of her voice.
                  A few tense minutes passed before she said, “I’m not sure if you remember, but I’ll be flying to Melbourne tomorrow –”
                  “To see Kevin,” I interrupted with a nod. “I remember.”
                  “Okay.” She stood up and on her way to the door abruptly stopped. “Oh, right, I picked up the mail from the post office. You have a parcel.”
                  When she handed me it, she gave me a kiss on the top of my head. “I’ll see you tonight and we’ll go shopping.”
                  I waited until she disappeared back into the house. Then I set my Kindle and sketchpad down on the outdoor table. I picked up the small bagged satchel and felt the content. It was something thin and square-like in size. I checked the return details on the back, but there was nothing written save for my name and address on the front.
                  Huh.
                  I tore it open and looked inside. What I saw froze me in my chair instantly. My heart felt like it’d been dipped into an ice box. A million thoughts blazed through my mind, yet I couldn’t tell you a single one of them if I tried.
                  Stunned and speechless, I reached into the bag and pulled it out. Was this really…? I turned it over and saw the familiar scratches and pen marks it’d been inflicted upon over a year of use.
                  This was indeed my wallet.
                  The wallet I slipped into Stranger’s pocket the moment I kissed him.
                  “Holy shit,” I whispered.
    Before opening it, I put it to my nose and inhaled . It certainly didn’t smell like me anymore. While the leathery odour was still present, it had an earth like smell to it, and a mild cologne I recognized as an expensive brand.
                  It was a very plain, black leather wallet, and suited for men. I preferred it due to its small size. I could store it in my pocket and not have to worry about losing it, unlike the ladies sized wallets women stored in their purse. If you gave me a dollar every time I left behind my purse somewhere, I’d be richer than Croesus.
                  I opened it and saw my ID card I’d since replaced. Back when my face was perfect. I couldn’t believe I used to hate this picture. I’d give anything to look like this again. There was a “Finder’s” card just beneath it too where my name and number was written. This had been the reason I slipped it into his pocket. I had wanted him to have no choice but to call me. When he didn’t, I’d felt disappointed for days – and that was an emotion I wasn’t used to.
                  Looking into the pocket of the wallet, I let out a short laugh. Two twenty dollar notes sat inside, along with a stick of bubble gum. It was good to know Stranger wasn’t a thief…
                  I pulled out the cash and