“We need to check her.”
“You can’t take her to County General.”
“Why not?”
“Voss has people there.”
“Emily, you need to start at the beginning.”
My daughter stared at the floor, then she looked toward the stairs.
“Not in front of Noah and Lily.”
I took the children upstairs.
Noah stopped me outside the bedroom.
The question hurt more than it should have.
“I don’t know.”
“Mom said her name is Grace.”
I looked back toward the stairs.
“When did she tell you that?”
My hand tightened on the railing.
“Ten days ago?”
Noah nodded.
“She said if she came back with a baby, we had to be nice because the baby had been alone.”
Emily had known.
She had planned it.
When I returned downstairs, Detective Cole had placed a recorder on the coffee table.
Emily sat with a blanket around her shoulders.
The newborn slept in a portable bassinet beside her.
I stayed near the doorway.
“Three months ago, I received a letter.”
“From whom?” Cole asked.
“It wasn’t signed.”
“What did it say?”
