“I don’t remember.”
“A person prepared a document transferring my son to your daughter, and you don’t remember the person’s name?”
“He contacted me through a family advocate.”
“What advocate?”
“An organization.”
“Name.”
She looked toward Ethan.
He shook his head slowly.
“Mom.”
Something in his voice broke her.
Not fear of arrest.
Fear of losing him.
She lowered herself into the chair.
“A woman called me,” she whispered.
“When?” Chen asked.
“Two months ago.”
“What was her name?”
“Rachel.”
“Last name?”
“I don’t know.”
