The Note in the Baby’s Bag Named the Man Who Came Knocking

the road, the woodpile, and the lower branches of the pines. Only the deep groove carved by the little sled remained visible, winding away from the porch.

Sadie followed it backward.

Grant counted his steps automatically. Fifty yards. A hundred. Then the trail veered away from the road and entered a stand of lodgepole pine where the snow lay deeper.

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