The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
“This is Megan,” Arthur said.
“You supervised her delivery eleven years ago.”
Evans touched his chin a second time.
“I supervised hundreds of deliveries,” Evans said, his voice slowing to a deliberate crawl.
“I don’t remember every single one.”
“You locked my file,” I said.
“Why did you lock it?
Who told you to?”