I wasn’t sure I bought the idea that Ellen had helped Ana out of the goodness of her heart, but I knew better than to say that out loud.

Not when we were this close to answers.

“You helped Ana find a home for the baby.” My heart was beating in my chest like there was actually a person in there with a gun, firing it over and over into my rib cage. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“A good home,” Sadie-Grace added.

A certain kind of home, I thought, but what came out of my mouth was: “Did Lillian help you?”

My brain didn’t really latch onto the question until after I’d asked it. But it made sense. I had no idea how Greer had found Two Arrows—or Ellen or the pregnant Beth. But when it came to imagining the reverse—Ellen looking for a certain kind of home for a newborn—it wasn’t all that hard to picture her asking the one person she knew who ran in those circles.

Two, I thought suddenly. Davis Ames grew up hereabouts. She knows two people who run in those circles.

“Lillian don’t know a thing,” Ellen spat, like she meant that, all the way down to the marrow in her bones. “And she certainly didn’t help.”

“But you found a family,” I pressed. “For Ana’s baby.”

And that family paid Ana, even if they didn’t pay you. She left here with enough money to travel. She never had to ask her family for money. All these years later, she still has expensive tastes.

“Just tell me who took the baby,” I said. “That’s all I want to know, and you’ll never have to see either one of us again.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” For the first time, Ellen sounded like Lillian.

She sounded the way my grandmother had when I’d realized the truth about my father.

What is going on here?

Ellen took another drink. Looked me over. Looked me down. Opened her mouth—and then, before she could say a word, there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t sure at first that she was going to answer, but she downed the rest of the drink, then stood.

“Don’t take it in your mind to wander,” she warned me. “You hear?”

“I hear.”

“I also hear!” Sadie-Grace added cheerfully. “No wandering for me.”

Ellen snorted and disappeared into the hallway. I heard the front door open, heard a muted, murmured conversation of some kind.