HER DAUGHTER LAUGHED AT HER HANDMADE QUILT

brittleness there was just a frightened old woman who’d helped her son rob other frightened old women, and I didn’t feel sorry for her. I want to be honest about that. I felt nothing for Diane at all.

Megan was crying now. Not pretty crying. The real kind, where the face comes apart.

“The baby,” she said. “Mom, the baby – “

“The baby’s going to be fine,continue reading …