I did not expect Ezra to write to me.
The envelope arrived in a white business mailer, forwarded through the victim liaison's office. The letter was short. It said he had heard I submitted a statement and wanted to apologize for the pain he had caused me. It said he didn't expect a reply. It said he hoped I would keep speaking honestly.
I read it once, then gave it to Claire.
"Did you ask him to write me?"
"No."
"Did you tell him I was writing a statement?"
"I told him I couldn't support his release without talking to you."
"That's not what I asked."
"I told him I wasn't sure what I would say. I didn't tell him you were submitting anything."
I checked the envelope. The letter had gone through the victim liaison, not our bakery. Ezra must have known I was involved because of my sta
