Where did you get that ring

stopped.

I looked at Lily.

“Show me.”

The nursery smelled like baby lotion and fever and the sourness of a room that had not been cared for properly. Lily walked to the rocking chair in the corner, the one Emily had chosen before Owen was born.

Behind it was an outlet cover.

One screw was loose.

“I saw Aunt Kate open it,” Lily said. “She thought I was asleep.continue reading …