PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

them.”

Her eyes moved to the blankets.

“My father left when I was six. I know what it does to a child when a man treats leaving like paperwork.”

Savannah looked at the flash drive.

It sat in Tessa’s palm like a tiny black confession.

Margaret took it with a tissue.

“Thank you,” she said carefully.

Tessa nodded.

Then she left before Bryce returned.

Savannah continue reading …