«So, I let it go.» Jader looked away, embarrassed. «I just told myself the past didn’t matter.»
Chase reached for her hand under the table. «It matters,» he said. Robert cleared his throat.
«You said the necklace came with you as a baby. Do you still have any of the paperwork from the system?» Jader blinked. «Only a copy.»
«Why?» «Would you be willing to let us see it?» he asked, too quickly. Catherine shot him a sharp look. But Jader just shrugged.
«Sure. It’s at my apartment.» Catherine’s voice cracked the room in half.
«I want to see it tonight.» An hour later, Chase pulled up outside Jader’s tiny apartment in a quiet part of South Side Chicago. The contrast couldn’t have been sharper, from penthouse ceilings to creaky floorboards.
Catherine and Robert had insisted on coming. Catherine said she wanted clarity. Robert hadn’t said anything at all.
Jader apologized for the mess, even though her place was spotless, books stacked neatly, a small potted plant on the windowsill, and an old laptop charging on a makeshift desk made from stacked crates. «It’s in here,» she said, retrieving a slim manila folder from a fireproof box under her bed. «It’s not much, just intake notes and a faded medical report.»
She handed it to Catherine, who opened it with trembling fingers. The top page was a hospital report. Female infant.
African-American. Approx. age, 5 days. Found abandoned near Lincoln Park shelter.
Wearing crescent moon necklace. No injuries. No witnesses.
Catherine’s breath caught. Beneath it was a social worker’s note, dated 2007. Infant appeared healthy…
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