EDEN'S POV
Richard closes Jack's notebook and slides it back across the desk. "You're not seriously thinking what I think you're thinking."
I stare at the notebook cover covered in dinosaurs, crayon marks, and messy childish handwriting, and I don't answer because he's right.
Richard leans back in his chair and folds his arms. "This is ridiculous."
"Maybe."
"You found a kid's notebook."
"I know." Richard exhales slowly. "Children draw imaginary families every day."
I look away toward the city beyond the office windows. Traffic moves below, people hurry across sidewalks and everything keeps moving
My thoughts don't because every explanation sounds reasonable until I remember the drawings of the same man again and again.
Richard studies me for a second then asks quietly, "I'll ask y
