BAKER
I was feeling something again.
An emotion that hadn’t stirred in my chest for over ten years. Yet somehow, for a woman I barely knew, it reacted.
Her photo landed on my desk when I’d decided I was finally going to take a long vacation. And I took on look at her, I saw the sadness right away.
Her red hair fell on her shoulders in the photo, she was holding onto her son with a smile that made my heart clench. At first I didn’t know why. And because I didn’t understand why my heart ached upon seeing her photo, I wanted to turn the job down.
It was a few hours later I realized she reminded me of my late wife, and her son, my daughter. She was about the same age as the boy in the photo when they were murdered.
And just like that, I made the decision to take the job. That same ev
