He avoided taking regular routes. He didn’t know anything about how the story had ended. He didn’t know how many suspects had been involved, how many convictions, how many other children. His knowledge of the case was limited to his own involvement, and that was it. Thinking back to those years and the people he’d named, he could no longer distinguish between the facts and the nightmares, the real people and the visions, the scenes of the life he’d lived and the life he’d imagined.
