She forced herself not to pull away. Betty’s face showed only concern, but Alice could no longer trust her own impressions. Donald’s expression was blank. He doesn’t want me to know what he’s thinking, she realized. I need to learn how to do that. And how to keep quiet about my past. How could they both believe for one minute I’d murder old women? Why? Why would I? She wanted her mind to stop torturing her. She felt so tired suddenly. She allowed herself to be taken to Betty’s car. She’d do what they wanted her to and then when she was alone in her bedroom, she’d try really hard to remember more. But she wouldn’t tell them anything again. “I have to stay late,” Donald said. “Have some work to finish up.” “See you later, then.” Betty started the car. She pulled out of the parking lot and said, “I want you to know Jerod’s really working hard to locate your father. As soon as he finds out anything, he’ll get in touch with me.” Alice wondered if they’d ever find him.
