door.
Toby had been listening from the hallway.
“She knows,” he said.
“Of course she knows.”
“Did you see her face when you mentioned the footage?”
I nodded.
He picked up the paper bag from the railing and looked inside.
“Are we really going to eat these?”
Despite everything, I almost laughed.
“No.”
He carried the bag to the kitchen and set it aside.
Neither of us touched the muffins.
What happened four years earlier
That afternoon, the police contacted us again.
They had reviewed the recordings and were arranging
