“Evelyn asked me to vouch for their character,” Higgins said.

“I did it as a favor to your mother.

It was a standard state form, and it had nothing to do with you.”

“You’re hiding my baby,” I said.

“Your baby died at the county hospital,” Higgins said.

“Grief plays cruel tricks on a worn-out mind, Ona.”

I picked up my purse and walked out through the heavy wooden door.

I pushed through the glass doors and strode down the front steps.