Andrew nodded, scribbled his name, and handed it back. “They want to talk to you,” the officer added, tipping his head toward the cruiser behind him. “Just for a minute.” Andrew’s stomach flipped. He turned—and saw the two girls stepping out of the back of a police SUV.
The tote girl walked slowly, her sister behind her, hugging herself. They stopped in front of him, faces pale and drawn, but no longer afraid. “I’m Ivy,” the tote girl said quietly. “And this is Riley.” Andrew offered a faint smile. “Andrew.”