I froze.
The officer smiled kindly.
“Several months ago, we discovered another anonymous act connected to Caleb.”
I looked at Caleb.
His eyes widened.
“No.”
The officer laughed.
“Oh yes.”
“What did he do?” I asked.
The officer reached into the folder.
Then he pulled out a photograph.
I recognized it immediately.
My mother.
Standing outside our tiny house.
Holding grocery bags.
My breath caught.
