I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

It sounded like something you could answer in one sentence and move on.

“My family did,” I said.

The word family tasted wrong in my mouth.

He nodded once, as if that confirmed something he already suspected. “We need names,” he said. “We need addresses. We need to know where the chocolates came from and who handled them.”

My brain tried to run ahead of continue reading …