The Letter Had This Week’s Postmark

in my life. He agreed to keep plainclothes deputies nearby but out of sight.

“I can’t promise this isn’t a setup,” he told me.

“I know.”

“I also can’t promise your wife’s the one who sent that letter.”

“I know.”

He looked at my girls in the back seat, all three of them rigid with a kind of hope I hated because hope is what gets people to lower their guard.continue reading …