I set two thick ceramic mugs on the yellow Formica table and filled them with black coffee.

The mugs were hot through the glaze as I pushed Sarah’s across the table.

I laid the yellow legal sheets and the school photo side by side between the mugs.

“Who’s the girl in this photo?” I asked, my fingers going back to my collarbone.

“Did you ever hear Paul say the name Lily?”

Sarah set her mug down with a dull click without touching the coffee.

She tapped her phone screen three times, propped the phone against the napkin holder, and leaned over the paper.