The two women didn’t work together regularly, but they knew each other. Maybe he could put her and the girls on his university insurance.
Maybe, he told her, with the benevolent confidence of a wealthy man, she wouldn’t have to work.
When Missi “liked” his profile, he sent her a message right away and called her that afternoon.
Missi felt a wave of relief, both that Richie was okay and that her suspicions were unwarranted.
Richie told her he was on vacation in Hawaii, but they planned to meet up as soon as he got back.
A few days later, when he was supposed to pick her up for their first date, Richie was nowhere to be found, and he wasn’t responding to her texts, either.
Missi Brandt had emerged from a rough few years with a new sense of solidity.
At 45, she was three years sober and on the leeward side of a stormy divorce.
Richie liked to say he didn’t “do drama,” but drama seemed to follow him nonetheless.