JJ
The picture on Nixx’s phone was terrible.
That was the first thing my brain latched onto because the alternative was letting myself believe the small shape in Bones’s passenger seat might actually be my daughter.
The windshield had caught the afternoon light at exactly the wrong angle, throwing a pale reflection across most of the cab. I could make out Bones behind the wheel because I already knew what I was looking for. The passenger was harder.
Small body. Dark hair. Something purple.
My ribs protested when I leaned forward, but I barely noticed.
“Let me see it.”
Nixx crossed the space between us and handed me his phone. He didn’t tell me not to get my hopes up or remind me that the picture wasn’t clear enough to prove anything. He just sat on the edge of the coffee table whil
