According to Mac, the boys hadn’t forgotten. They didn’t talk about their time with me much these days, and they had stopped for fear of Molly overhearing. She told them that I was sick, that I took them because I had some kind of mental illness (isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black!) and that they were safe with her now.
“Sarah!” Alex called to me from downstairs.
“Coming!” I went down the stairs to see what he was up to.
“I wanted you to see this. Full disclosure and all.” He took a piece of Serenity Gardens letterhead off of the printer and handed it to me.
Dear Marcia,
I just wanted to update you on your sister’s condition. I have received your last correspondence and will let Miss Sarah know that her nephews are well. This will please her. She is still spending plenty of t
