“I was out here pruning my roses.”

“Did you see Lily?” I asked.

“No,” Evelyn said.

“Patricia came out of your front door carrying a big pink suitcase and a dark blue duffel bag.”

My chest tightened.

“A pink suitcase covered in yellow stars?”

“Yes,” Evelyn said.

“She threw both bags in her trunk, slammed the lid, and drove off fast down the street.”