just placed himself.
“That’s… that’s not what it looks like,” Daniel stammered.
“Then what’s in the box?” Ramirez asked Mrs. Harper gently.
She finally spoke, her voice shaking.
“My husband’s letters. And my baby’s shoes. She was stillborn, 40 years ago.” Tears streamed down her face. “Daniel kept saying he’d throw them away when he took the house. They continue reading …
