~Narrator’s~

“It’s gone,” Jennie whispers. “Blue’s birth certificate… it’s gone.”

The room still smells like daisies and lotion, soft with morning light, but her voice breaks through it like glass.

She flips through the cream-colored folder again, anxiously. She checks under the bed, inside her jewelry drawer, even the baby bag hanging by the door. Nothing.

She turns to Reo, who’s already on his feet. “It was right here, Reo. I rearranged it with other documents and put it in the folder last night. I swear it was here.”

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just takes out his phone and dials. “Check every corner of the house,” he...