His brother’s name is Jeffrey.
Jeff.
J.
I sat down on the floor of that filthy room with my son in my arms and I watched my husband’s whole face change shape as he read the last message again, and I said the name out loud before he could.
“Jeffrey.”
James looked at me.
“He wouldn’t,” he said. But his voice didn’t believe it.
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