don’t know how to explain.”
Elsie reached across the table and took her mother’s hand.
The Visit That Night
Later that evening, someone knocked.
Claire opened the door and found Wade Callahan on the steps. He had been cleaned up, his injuries treated, and he looked worn but composed.
Nolan waited near the truck to give them space.
“Ma’am,” Wade said, “I’m sorry to come by so late. But I needed to tell you in person what your daughter did.”
Claire folded her arms.
“She is eight.”
“I know,” Wade
