I had chosen, over and over, to believe the woman in the lace over the daughter I had raised.

That is the thing I have had to live with.

Chapter 3 — The USB in a Small Pocket

“Where’s your mom right now, Noah?” I asked, still crouched, my voice coming out steadier than I felt.

“With Aunt Sarah,” he whispered.

“Mom said I shouldn’t come with her.” That stopped me cold.

Emily was supposed to be at home in Brooklyn Heights, resting off a migraine.

My sister Sarah lived across the borough in Park Slope.