“He said he had a paper trail that would put me away before a judge even sat down.”

I looked down at her hands.

Cheap kitchen soap had dried her skin, and her silver wedding ring was missing.

“Garrett told me you left town with some man from Oklahoma,” I said.

Rebecca gave a short, hollow laugh that never reached her eyes.

“I’ve been living in a single room over a laundromat on East Grand Avenue,” she said.

“I work forty hours a week on my feet here for nine dollars an hour plus tips.”