“Anything else I can help you with this evening?” Gavin set the photograph of Chloe on the seat beside him. “Thank you,” he said. “There’s nothing else.” He pulled out of the police-station parking lot and left the town of Cassidy, lights burning all along the interstate, northward flight. His lips moving with the words of a letter that he would transcribe some days later in Chicago, a letter that he would write but never send: I wanted to find you, dear Chloe, I wanted to help, but in the end the best I could do for you was to leave you in peace. I love you. I’ll never know you. I’ll always
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