I pulled out a slightly damp photo of Silvina. “Do you know her?” “Yes. Of course.” No doubt. No hesitation. I sat back in my seat, chest tight. “Of course?” He still wouldn’t look at me. “She lived up on the ridge for a time when you and Ned were teenagers.” “What?” “Yes—in that new development. New back then. They kept to themselves. Never came down to the farm.”
