Thomas Hospital,” I said.

“They’re dated July fourteenth.”

Vance picked up the top sheet.

He read the father’s line, then looked up at me.

“Your name is right here, Garrett,” Vance said.

“My name’s there because those twin boys are mine,” I said.

“And page seven is the letter Tiffany typed on my office computer while I was out of town, telling Megan she had twenty-four hours to get out of the state.”

Chloe leaned forward, digging her red nails into the polished oak.