The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
“He got Evans to crack.”
“He did.”
“And you’re absolutely sure Rebecca is gone?”
“She signed away every legal right in front of Evans and Arthur,” I said.
Sarah wiped the stirring stick on the metal rim of the can.
“She took the settlement cash and the taxi straight to the airport,” I said.
“She won’t come back.”
“Look, you did the right thing,” Sarah said.