I spent a year saving for the trip I’d dreamed of since childhood. Then I opened my lockbox and found an empty envelope. When I told my husband, he said, “Before you call the police, watch this video.” I realized losing my money was only the beginning.
I was looking at the person who had stolen my dream.
“Anna, sweetheart! What’s for dessert?”
I smiled.
Oh, darling. You’re not going to like dessert.
But let me back up.
***
It was Thursday night. I sat on the bedroom floor, counting money for the fourth time that week.
You’re not going to like dessert.
“Planning a bank robbery?” Michael asked from the doorway.
“Planning to see the Aegean Sea.”
“You’re still on Greece?”
“Every single day.”
“It’s been twenty years.”
“Twenty-one in March. Nobody’s counting. Except me.”
I was looking at the person who had stolen my dream.
“Babe, it’s a beach with ruins.”
He never looked up from his phone.
I slid the cash back into the envelope.
Eleven months of packed lunches.
A pair of shoes I didn’t buy.
A seventy-dollar dress I left on the rack while my friend Claire stared at me like I’d kicked a puppy.
“You’re still on Greece?”
I locked the envelope in our little safe and went to bed happy.
Friday morning, I opened the safe just to look at my envelope. A ritual.
The envelope was there.
It was also EMPTY!
I checked the drawers. The closet. Every purse I owned. I ran downstairs.
“Our money is gone. Someone took it.”
“Babe, it’s a beach with ruins.”
He was at the kitchen table with his coffee.
“What money?”
“My Greece money! I’m calling the police!”
He set his cup down slowly, like a man about to be reasonable at me.
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