Dawson touched the name.
His fingers trembled.
"Elliot James."
I remembered how proud he'd been when they chose it.
James was his late father's name.
He stared at the paper for so long that Teresa finally looked away.
Then I asked, "Why did you send me the photograph instead of contacting Dawson?"
Teresa swallowed.
"Because I found your name on some mortgage papers in Ryan's study. I searched for you and discovered that you're his wife."
Her voice shook.
"I realized there were families who didn't know what was happening."
"Why now?"
She looked frightened.
"Because they're planning to move Elliot again."
Dawson sat straighter.
"Where?"
"I don't know."
She opened her handbag.
Inside was a small toy dinosaur.
Blue plastic.
One leg broken.
Teresa placed it on the table.
"He left this in my car yesterday."
I stared at it.
My mother had seen him drop a blue dinosaur at the hospital.
