Not that he had done it, but that he had been so sure, for so long, that he would never have to answer for it.

Chapter 9 — Aunt Patricia

I called Patricia twenty minutes later, standing in my closet with the door shut so Leo would not hear.

When she picked up, her voice was heavy, and I knew before she said a word that the notebook had told me the truth.

“Evelyn,” she said.

“I’m so sorry.

We need to meet.

Not on the phone.”