Jenna?
Cheri’s voice was steely as she confronted Jenna again. “Jenna?” Jenna nodded hesitantly, her eyes widening with recognition. “Y-yes? Can I help you?”
Cheri leaned closer to the window, her voice laced with accusation.
“I’m here to ask about that receipt in my husband’s pocket again. I looked at it again and something just doesn’t make sense about it.”