The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
I told her the letters proved Paul had been paying for Lily’s life every single month.
“Look, he’s gone,” Sarah said.
She picked her phone back up and tapped the dark screen twice to wake it.
“Chasing his mistakes is just going to land you in a county jail cell.
The police gave you a warning.
Take it.”
I sat perfectly still in her bright, warm living room.
I told her she was supposed to be on my side, helping me figure out who this girl was.