(Ridge)
I sat at the table for another twenty minutes doing nothing useful.
Every few minutes a brother would walk through the main room. Check in. Look at me. Walk out again. Nobody said much. There wasn't much to say. We were all waiting for the same thing and none of us had it yet.
Then I picked up my phone and called Harlow.
Asher answered instead. "Prez."
"I need to talk to her. Two minutes. Just two minutes."
A pause. Then Harlow's voice. Rough from crying. "Ridge."
"I need you to tell me everything you remember. From the shed. From the clearing. Everything. Even things that seem small."
"Ridge I don't."
"Harlow. Please. Anything you can give me helps."
She was quiet for a second. Then she started talking.
She told me about the shed. The dirt floor. The broken hand. The ma
