someone had found her. She worked temporary jobs, slept in rooms where she pushed chairs beneath door handles, and slowly stopped believing there was anywhere she could remain safe for long. By the time she reached Revere, fear had become part of her daily routine.
The first crack in Evelyn’s story came from a medical clinic in Maine. A nurse told Claire that a desperate man had repeatedly called clinics in the region asking about an unidentified pregnant woman matching her description, and that man was me. I had contacted
