Three Weeks After Lucas Was Gone, Charles Claimed the House on Maple Street
Twelve days out.
I laid both hands flat on the papers.
Under them, the baby turned once, small and definite, like someone turning over in bed.
Twelve days, and a house I had already paid for once.
The receptionist slid a visitor badge across the counter before I had finished saying my name.
“Mr.
Baldwin said you might come by.” She wrote the time in the log without looking up.
10:58.