“Carol,” I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “There’s a purse in the back. I think it’s Donna’s.”

My sister glanced quickly in the rearview mirror. “Oh, yeah. She must have forgotten it yesterday. We’ll take it to her when we get there.”

“No. I need to see it now.”

Carol frowned, but something in my tone made her realize this was not a whim. She started looking for a safe place to stop, but I couldn’t wait. I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned around, stretching my arm to reach the bag. My fingers barely brushed the brown leather.

“Betty, for heaven’s sake, you’re going to hurt yourself!”