Mon fils a prêté son parapluie à une inconnue enceinte sous la pluie – le lendemain matin, 47 parapluies sont apparus sur notre pelouse, chacun avec une boîte numérotée qui m’a glacé le sang.

anything else until I know who did this.”

“Wait! There’s a note,” Eli said.

I looked again. A folded sheet of paper had been slipped beneath the umbrella strap.

“Read it,” he whispered.

My hands trembled as I unfolded it.

“Eli,

I promised I would return this. I didn’t know it would come home with a crowd.

Thank you for covering me when I felt invisible.

Jenelle.”

“That’s the lady,” Eli said. “She said her name was Jenelle.”

Before I could respond, a silver car pulled up along the curb.