My Neighbor Knocked in the Rain and Told Me to Take My Granddaughter Across the Street—From His Window, I Watched My Own Son Enter My House

“What does ‘this time’ mean?”

Daniela did not speculate.

“We’re reviewing it.”

“Reviewing what?”

“Your daughter’s death.”

The room became very cold.

PART 10 — CAMILLE

For eighteen months, I believed Camille drove into that storm because of me.

Jason said I called.

I could not remember.