“If I see you on our street, Arthur will call the prosecutor before you reach the corner.”

Rebecca stared at me, then looked past my shoulder at Lily, who was standing beside Sarah near the elevators.

Rebecca set the taped cardboard box on the marble bench beside the drinking fountain.

“Her baby blanket is in there,” Rebecca said, her voice suddenly flat.

“And the little yellow hat Paul brought from the hospital room.”

She turned on her heel without waiting for an answer and walked toward the revolving brass doors.

Sarah picked up the cardboard box, testing its weight against her hip.