"Stealing?" Brenda scoffed softly.
She sifted through the stack in her hand with practiced ease until she isolated a single, crisp white envelope. It was postmarked from an upscale downtown law firm, addressed in bold, typed print to Rachel’s husband, David.
Brenda lifted the envelope between two manicured fingers, holding it directly in front of Rachel’s face like a trophy.
"Then ask your husband why I need this one," Brenda whispered, her eyes glittering with cold malice.
Chapter III: The Unraveling Envelope
Rachel’s voice caught in her throat. The anger that had fueled her stride suddenly gave way to a cold, sinking weight in her stomach.