Chapter 9

I called Nolan after reading the filename three times. He answered quickly, as if he had been waiting for the call. I had stepped into Tessa’s laundry room so Ivy would not hear. Her pajamas turned behind the dryer glass. Every few seconds, a metal zipper struck the drum. I watched it rise and fall while I waited for my husband to explain another child’s initials. "Who is L.B.?" I asked. Silence entered the line. Not confusion. Recognition. I opened the blurred thumbnail on my laptop....