“No, we didn’t,” Brandon’s voice cracked with genuine emotional pain.

“We really should’ve tried much harder to find her.”

“It’s been three full years since the accident,” I pointed out coldly.

“I know,” Brandon admitted, looking down at his polished shoes.

“We actually sent two formal letters through a law firm to locate any relatives.”

My mind immediately jumped to my messy kitchen drawer full of unopened official envelopes that I had been too terrified to read.

“What do you people actually want from us now?” I demanded.