they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

weeping into her palms. “I didn’t know Kyle would hurt the boy,” she babbled, rocking back and forth. “He told me he just needed the space. He said nobody would ever look there.”

I stepped over to her, staring down at the crown of her head. I felt an icy detachment, a surgical coldness taking over my mind.

“You left your grandson with a dead man,” I continue reading …