“I don’t want to be the woman in the headline,” I told Priya.

“I want to be someone who gets to live her own life.”

She smiled.

“That’s a reasonable goal.”

One afternoon a detective contacted us about an interview.

Miriam and I went with Priya, each prepared to answer only what we knew firsthand.

The detective did not promise an outcome.

He asked about the accident, the letters, the contact attempts, and the people who had delivered messages between us.