barely noticed the broken pieces.
I was staring at the sweater she was wearing.
Cream-colored yarn.
A giant yellow sunflower across the front.
And one brown petal.
“Take it off.”
Sophie blinked at me.
“What?”
“Sweetheart, please. Take the sweater off.”
Her cheerful expression vanished.
“But Dolly gave it to me.”
My stomach tightened.
“Take it off.”
She slowly pulled it over her head.
“Who is Dolly?”
“Our new cleaning lady at school.”
I crouched in front of her.
“Did she ask you to go anywhere with her? Did she
