The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
My thumb pressed into my collarbone and rubbed until it ached.
“Did you take ten thousand dollars from our account?
Did you split that money with the doctor to keep him quiet?”
“Paul just wanted Lily to have a home,” Rebecca said.
She carried the box up the steps and set it on the porch.
I followed her onto the landing before the storm door shut.
“Where’s the original birth record?
What did you do with the hospital wristband?”
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