There was no return address.

Inside was a photograph taken years earlier of Marlene standing beside Dolores in our old kitchen.

On the back, written in block letters, were five words.

SHE WASN’T THE FIRST ONE.

PART 12

I called Bell before touching anything else.

He arrived with a colleague and collected the envelope, explaining that a photograph could be useful but its source and meaning had to be verified.

“The person who sent it may be trying to help,” he said.