“Because loving someone doesn’t make everything they did right.”
Emily thought about that.
Then she asked the question I had been asking myself.
“Do you forgive him?”
I looked toward Richard’s empty desk.
“I don’t know yet.”
She nodded.
“Okay.”
Children sometimes understand complicated truths better than adults.
A week later, Thomas called.
“Anna, I need you downtown tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“We found something.”
Those words had become terrifying.
“What?”
“Not over the phone.”
