A folded note hung from it.
I stepped outside barefoot.
I walked into the shallow end, robe and all, pushing ducks aside until I reached the big one.
A folded note hung from it.
The note was damp at the edges.
I unfolded it, and everything in me went terrifyingly still.
« You blamed the wrong person for ten years. »
My first thought was Roger.
My second was that someone knew.
My first thought was Roger.