Misdelivered Cartier

Synopsis

There was a delivery box by the door with my husband's name on it, so I opened it without thinking. Inside was a Cartier bracelet. Rose gold. Love collection. The receipt was still inside. $29,000. I've been married to David Carter for seven years, and he's never bought me anything worth more than $170. I looked through the box and found a card tucked underneath. Gold-stamped lettering. Just one line: "Em, happy one-year anniversary. - David" Em. My name is Sarah Evans. I put the bracelet back in the box, slid the card into place, and even smoothed out the wrinkles on the shipping label. Then I took out my phone and snapped twelve pictures, every angle covered. He'd be home at eight tonight. I had six hours.