Claire watched a young boy in a blue jacket point at the screen.

“I drove them hundreds of miles just to be humiliated by the man who abandoned them,” Claire said.

She pushed through the heavy glass exit doors into the cold air.

The late autumn sun gave no warmth at all in the university parking lot.

Claire dug through her purse and unlocked the doors of the old Buick.

The heavy manila envelope Arthur had given her the night before pressed against the side of her bag.

Eli and Owen were already standing by the rear bumper.