Kirin said. “Why not?” Callie’s face was so pale, her voice so thin, that Kirin was suddenly scared. He put his hands around her shoulders, wanting to steady her, to give her some of his warmth. “Why not?” she repeated. “Don’t you see, it makes sense? And that’s why we went back in time, so we could know the truth. So we could tell the police and stop him from doing it ever again.” Kirin shook his head. “My mother said it wasn’t Richard. That the police cleared him.” “But maybe they were wrong. And besides, maybe they cleared him of killing Amir—but he could still be the one who took your brother, who brought Amir to his father. And maybe he’s the one who’s doing it now. Who took Ayana.” Callie stared into space for a minute, like she was studying something Kirin couldn’t see. He tried to think. “Maybe we could go back and stop it from happening.
