Chapter Six
By the time they returned home, Evelyn's brain was buzzing with questions. She knew the girl’s name was Annalise and she’d left Germany when she was about ten in the 1940s. Maybe she could start researching there.
Then she remembered she didn't have a computer at home and it was the weekend. Any internet research would need to wait until the following Monday. A bolt of inspiration hit her— her babysitter had a laptop. Maybe she’d let her borrow her computer when she came over to babysit tomorrow night. She could pretend she had a school project to do or something.
She went up to her room with the books she'd checked out and dumped them on the bed without even looking at them. Instead, she picked up the doll and placed it beside them on the bed and began to talk.
“I don't th
