The Puppy Had a Note Tied to Her Paw-and Someone Promised to Call at Noon

the note.

We used the staff entrance and locked the  door behind them.

Rachel entered first. She looked younger than I had imagined, perhaps thirty-two, but exhaustion had settled into the lines around her mouth. She wore a borrowed  coat that was too large and carried a grocery bag containing all the belongings Sophie had left in the world: a half-empty continue reading …