At the hospital, Tessa handed me a clear plastic bag with Grace’s name printed on a label.
Hannah appeared behind the desk and froze when she saw me. She didn’t smile or offer a script. She took the bag from Tessa and pressed it into my hands.
« I’m sorry, » she whispered. « I managed to get into the security feed. I picked up Grace’s clothes for you, too. Check it when you get home. »
Then she glanced up at the ceiling camera. One glance. One flinch. And she walked away.
At home, I went into Grace’s room and shut the door.
« Your husband is lying to you. »
Her bed was still made. Her stuffed rabbit was still propped against her pillow.
I emptied the bag onto the blanket. Tiny socks. Star leggings. The pink sweater she’d worn when we rushed out the door.
I folded it the way she liked, because my hands needed something to do.
A crumpled note slid out of the right sleeve. A black flash drive was taped to the bottom. The note read:
