Her husband, Caleb Bennett, had provided the initial account.

Frank opened the report and turned the photograph toward me.

Mara faced the camera with her hair tucked behind one ear.

She looked like someone who had been asked to pause in the middle of a normal day.

There was no highway in the background.

No hospital.

Nothing in the photograph explained how her name had ended up beside two infants in a cardboard box.

I checked the date again.