I was looking at a professional, and my sister was his current story.

Chapter 18 — You Found the Clue

In the morning I made toast and pulled Zoe’s screenshots closer, and she had already arranged them in rows — oldest on the left, newest on the right, the names written in the corners in her small careful hand.

“Where did you get these dates?” I asked.

“From the pages under the pictures.

I checked twice.”

She slid one forward, the same face, a stranger’s name beneath it, and asked the question I had been circling.