Think about that before you keep pushing.”

I saved the voicemail.

Dana advised me not to reply and reviewed whether it should be provided to the authorities.

Theo woke hungry, and the sound of his cry cut through the anger building in me.

I settled into the chair Maya had set beside the window and fed him while rain made small silver streams on the glass.

He didn’t care whose surname was printed on a skyscraper.

He cared that someone came when he called.