The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat

“How do I know you’re not lying again?”

“Because I’m tired of looking over my shoulder,” Rebecca said.

“Just let me explain.”

I rubbed my collarbone.

“If you lie to me once tonight,” I said, “Arthur subpoenas the hospital on Monday.”

“I understand,” Rebecca said.

I slid the chain out of its track.

I unbolted the front door and let Rebecca in.