My sister-in-law mistakenly sent me a photo that was meant for my husband—I smiled, saved it, and waited exactly six months.

been asking questions. Looking through records. You’re not pretending everything’s fine anymore.”

“I know about Brooke.”

My grip tightened around the phone. “How do you know that?”

“Because I notice people that no one else notices. You noticed me when I was sixteen. You were the only adult who ever talked to me like I mattered.” Hannah paused. “I think continue reading …