My Nephew Threw My Purse in the Pool—By Morning, My Brother’s Car Was Gone

to see them again?” Hannah asked.

“Probably not,” I said. “At least not for a long time.”

She nodded slowly. “I’ll miss grandma’s pies. But I don’t really want to see them again either.”

“We’ll make our own pies,” I said. “Family doesn’t always mean blood.”

She smiled. “Like Ellie?”

“Like Ellie.”

The charges moved forward. The detective confirmed the fingerprints continue reading …