me call the police.
He had watched me visit them in foster care.
And later, he helped me adopt them while pretending he knew nothing.
“He said he trusted your heart,” Caleb whispered.
I stood so quickly my chair scraped across the floor.
I walked into the kitchen and gripped the counter.
Twenty years of memories suddenly looked different.
Every court appearance Raymond attended.
Every birthday.
Every Christmas.
Every time he appeared exactly when I needed him.
Raymond had never simply been my supportive friend.
He had known everything from
