He hadn’t known what to do with it. He hadn’t been sure if he was allowed to do anything with it.
“You could have called me,” I said.
“No, I couldn’t.”
“Yes, you could have.”
“Rachel.” He finally looked up at me. “You were told for nine years that I was a dangerous criminal. What was I supposed to do? Knock on the door of a widow and tell her I was her continue reading …
