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

saw the first dark stain near a broken branch.

A few yards farther, a woman’s glove rested on the snow.

Sadie stopped beside it but did not sniff. She looked ahead.

Grant placed one hand over the baby beneath his coat and continued.

The woman from the photograph lay beneath the low branches of a pine, partially sheltered from the worst of the storm. One continue reading …