The Choice Between Us. Edyth Bulbring

shoebox, then lift an envelope sticking out from among the papers. To Aunt C-C, it says. Inside, there’s a lined page, probably from an exam pad. It’s torn and the writing is smudged.

      I stare at the page. All I can make out is Danny. Three other words halfway down: father and my baby. But my eyes are drawn to one word that stands out clearly: murderer.

      The eight letters are large and plump. It’s Holly’s handwriting.