He brought the sliphome from school and I made a note, but then time just got away from meand I-forgot. Like Fletcher's garage, she thought. Frustration at another dead end. ould know, as if it were only for that secret selfshe kept so carefully locked inside-the soft Megan, t
It may have nothing to do with Josh, Mitch said irritably. She could never explain to himthat the clothes were like memories of what they had once shared, of whohe had once been. Evidence of nothing more than Josh's normalcyand innocence. Call? The phone chirped again and she hurried to the family room, unable toscrape together much hope.