My dad told us he was a mid-level manager at a parts distributor

christening. You called her Auntie M.”

“She was a family friend?”

“She was Robert’s partner. Back when… well, back when I thought he sold engine parts.”

We track her down. Or try to. Her last known address is in Montana. We drive there under fake names, staying in motels, ducking questions. When we finally find the cabin, it’s empty—but lived in.

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