JJ
The ninety minutes at the park changed something.
For two days, Millie’s laughter followed me through appointments and softened the silence inside the house. Every time doubt tried to creep in, I remembered Havoc wrapping a towel around her shoulders and telling her she would be home soon.
He had said it in front of her.
Surely even he would not give Millie that promise only to take it back.
On Saturday morning, Havoc found me standing in the kitchen with a grocery list I had rewritten twice.
“What size shoes does she wear now?” he asked.
I looked up too quickly. “Millie?”
“Who else?”
“I think a three, but I should check. She might have gone up another size.”
“And clothes?”
“Seven-eight, mostly. Some eights are still big depending on the brand.”
He nodded as though filing t
