Chapter 49 Coming Home

• Ryan
• The day after they release me from the hospital, I drum my fingers on my knees as the suburban streets I thought I knew all my life but really only knew for six years whip by outside. Heather and Everett dug up nearly everything I could want to know about Julia and Arthur Daugherty but much less about their apparent partner, Marissa McGuire. Or Beverly Evers. Or Laurel Andrews. My mother.
• Lily puts her hand on mine. “Stop fidgeting. If you mess up your stitches, they’re going to kill me.”