“Paul knew you were too fragile to survive that year.”

“I’m not doing this for you.

I’m doing it for her,” I said.

Rebecca blinked, her hand freezing on the second button of her coat.

“She’s already lost one father,” I said.

“I won’t make her watch the only mother she remembers get taken away in handcuffs.”

“Megan,” she said, her voice dropping to a harsh rasp.

“Take your things and leave Pennsylvania by sunset,” I said.