It was an accident in the truck.”

“You knew about the blood in his truck bed,” I said, the words heavy in my throat.

“You knew before you came to my car in the parking garage.”

There was a long silence on the line, the static hum of the long-distance connection filling the space between us.

“A mother does what she has to do,” Evelyn said, her voice dropping even lower.

“I helped him wash the truck bed because he was trembling, Mara.