“Harlow. Her eyes were the color of her mother’s.” I turned to face him, my breathing matching my racing heart. “Harlow. She loved birds. Was going to fly with them to someplace warm. Harlow. She was found naked, only wearing one wet sock. Harlow. There were bruises all over her body and cuts and slashes that you claimed were from the river. Leaves stuffed down her throat. Her earrings ripped out of her fucking ears. Harlow. Harlow. Harlow! Maybe that will help you remember her name.”
