“We aren’t promising an arrest tonight,” he said.

“We are establishing what happened.”
Maya nodded.

“I don’t need you to make a show.

I need them to stop telling everyone I’m lying.”
She handed him the written note from the refrigerator, which I had photographed and carefully kept inside a clean folder.

Her hands trembled, but she did not look away.

Later that night the pediatric nurse helped me feed Liam.

At first I held the bottle at the wrong angle.