“Please,” he begged. “I don’t know what’s going on. Is she leaving me? Does she have Miles?” “You’re missing your kid too?” Alarm coated the question, and he wanted to reach through the computer and shake the answers out of this woman. “Yes,” he spat out. “Please. What do ya know?” “I don’t know anything,” she said, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. “None of us do.”
