For Jimmy to be encouraging me to drink, it must be bad. My heart sinks. “What is it, Jimmy?” He winces, and upon seeing the look on his face, I drain the glass in my hand before slamming it down on the desk. “Tell me.”
“She has a daughter,” Jimmy says quietly. “She married a human man soon after she disappeared. His name was Paul Scott. He was an engineer, and he died in a workplace accident when her daughter was a year old.”
A bitter taste fills my mouth.
She was married.
I’d thought I was prepared for anything, but clearly I hadn’t imagined that she would have gone and gotten married to someone else. “How old is the daughter now?” I force myself to ask.
“Records show that she is six. She’s in first grade.”
I reach for the report, knowing Jimmy would have been thorough. As I knew I
