Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder

“Did you see Meredith sign?” the interviewer asked.

“No,” Nolan replied.

“I was told it was being arranged.”

“Who told you?”

“Mrs. Caldwell and Gavin.”

It was not proof of everything I feared.

It was evidence that the question deserved an answer.

When Lauren summarized the interview, I sat at my grandmother’s old kitchen table, the one I had brought from her house after she died.