“You also hid my granddaughter.”
Evelyn’s voice didn’t shake.
“You did it to yourself.”
No one defended Margaret.
Emma slipped her hand into mine.
“Can we go home after this?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“You did it to yourself.”
Her boots were finally dry, and Margaret could no longer pretend that the child she had erased was only a threat on paper.
***
Weeks later, Barry moved into an apartment where Gypsy was welcome.
Evelyn paid what he was owed and covered the housing costs he had lost.
“Don’t call it charity,” I said. “Ask what he needs.”
