I did.

At the bottom was a note in Gemma’s handwriting about a crib in the heated bunk room, and under that, nothing at all.

“Nobody wrote you down,” Helen said.

“Nobody wrote me down.”

I tore it in half, then in quarters, then kept going until the pieces were the size of my thumbnail.

I dropped them into the sink and ran the disposal.

It ground for a second and then hummed clean.