Ruth Brandt — The Suitcase on the Porch
I wouldn’t wish fear or loss on anyone, even her.
“Then I hope your child is safe,” I said.
“Whatever you believe about me, don’t involve either child in this argument.”
She went quiet.
“Children?” she asked.
I looked at the lavender by Eva’s fence.
“My attorney has the medical documents.
You can ask Callum to read them.”