I had no answer.
Megan lifted Noah higher against her shoulder. “Besides, by then I had another problem.”
“What problem?”
“Someone was watching us.”
A chill moved over my skin despite the warm night.
“At first, I thought I was imagining it,” she said. “A car outside the apartment. A woman asking questions at the daycare center I applied to. Then things went missing. Medical paperwork. A flash drive. One of Lily’s hospital bracelets.”
“Why would they want that?”
“Because it proved she existed.”
I looked toward the motel rooms, suddenly aware of every shadow.
“Are you safe here?”
“For tonight.”
“For tonight isn’t enough.”
“It has been enough for a year.”
The rebuke was quiet, and it found its mark.
I took a slow breath. “I won’t ask you to trust me. But let me help find Lily.”
“No.”
“Megan—”
“No,” she repeated, stronger. “You want to help because guilt just found you. I have lived with this every day. I have followed every thread, every record, every rumor. I have knocked on doors you wouldn’t know existed. I have sat across from people who smiled and lied because someone with money had reached them first.”
