“Now I remember where I know you from,” Jack smiles. “You were two years behind me at Franklin. Class of ’05, right?”

“Yes,” she nods, frowning.

“I’m Jack Roberts. Graduated in ’03.”

“Your name is familiar. You were into…sports?”

“That’s right,” Jack beams. “Football, wrestling, baseball.”

“And you,” Officer Petty turns her attention to me. “Ann DeLuthe, right?”

I nod, surprised she remembers me. I still don’t remember her.

“You were part of the group that volunteered to take toys to the children’s hospital every year, weren’t you?”

“I started the group.” These are the first words I’ve uttered since the accident.