That Sunday, Xavier showed up at our place looking like a man on a mission. He wanted to talk with Atticus, alone. He didn't want to leave me out of it, but Xavier insisted. They went to our bedroom and shut the door. I crept very slowly towards it and pressed my ear up to the wood until I could hear their voices.
"I did some digging." Xavier's voice was the first I heard.
"What kind of digging? Why is that some big secret?"
"I looked into her past." Xavier started but Atticus cut him off.
"What?! Why?!"
"Don't act like you don't want to know. We're the same on that Atty. If you had the resources I did, you would have done the same." I heard Atticus sigh harshly.
"Why is it a big secret though?"
"You don't know? She said she doesn't remember what happened to her."
"I know that much
