back then. We questioned him during the search. He said he saw nothing. If that photo came from him and the boy in it is Daniel, then I missed something I should have seen.”
I got out holding the Polaroid so tightly it bent.
I started the car.
“Margaret, don’t do this alone,” he said. “I’m coming now.”
But I was already driving.
The house was small and ordinary. Toys in the yard. Wind chimes on the porch. A truck in the drive.
I got out holding the Polaroid so
