Mama is out looking for you every single day.

“I bought five of those cards back then,” Claire whispered, her voice sinking low.

“One for every year, until the post office started sending them back stamped no forwarding address.”

“Frank took Greenie out of your bedroom that night too,” Claire added, her gray-green eyes resting on the open card.

“He stuffed your clothes into two plastic trash bags while I was working the late shift at the laundry.”

I tucked the five-dollar bill back inside the card and smoothed the envelope flat on the table.