That was the part that would haunt me longest, and I could hear it beginning to haunt Arthur too, even in those first minutes.

Our sister had been alone and afraid, and she had believed, with what evidence we had given her, that she had nowhere to go.

And so she had carried her secret to a hospital in Denver, and she had left behind a daughter, and because she had listed no legal kin, because the family she was hiding from was the only family there was, the state had taken Maya into foster care and there she had stayed.

“Twenty families,” Arthur said, and his voice was thick.