Darian
I told myself that I would stay away from anything related to Alice.
I even threw away the report Jimmy had compiled for me.
So, why am I sitting across the road from the elementary school where Alice’s daughter goes? Why is Jimmy’s report sitting on the passenger seat next to me?
I try not to think about it, my fingers tapping on the steering wheel as I look at the school. Parents are arriving to pick up their children. Some of the kids are still exiting the building into the little playground where the parents meet them.
I see Alice pull up. She parks at the curb and gets out of the car. She’s wearing a pale blue blouse with puffy sleeves paired with a dark pencil skirt that reaches her knees. Purse in hand, she strides over to the gate. One of the teachers greets her and the
