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I stay outside for another second.

Taylor comes beside me.

“Don't.”

I look at him.

“Don't what?”

“Whatever you're doing in your head.”

“Very helpful.”

“I try.”

“She hired an investigator.”

“I heard.”

“He had photographs of Sage.”

“I heard that too.”

“For years.”

“We don't know why yet.”

“There's no good reason.”

“No.”

“He probably knew he found a desperate mother who wanted her daughter bad enough to keep paying year after year.”

I look toward the house.

“I should have found them.”

Taylor doesn't answer immediately.

“Which one?”

“Both.”

“You searched for Hayley.”

“Not hard enough.”

“You were nineteen, Sean.”

“I had resources later.”

“You used them.”

“And found nothing.”

“Because Hayley changed her identity.”

I know.