“It wasn’t anything.

It was the groceries.”

I stood there with my hat in my hands.

There had been a full sack of groceries on my counter at seven o’clock, and she had left half of them in my refrigerator.

Evelyn slid the clipboard across the rolling table and set a pen on it.

“Sign at the bottom,” she said.

“As the person who brought her in.”

Claire was asleep by then, the wool blanket pulled up to her chin.