It was early. Too early for someone to be at my door.
"Yes?"
"I'm Officer Phil. This is Officer Mason. We're here about a bracelet you purchased yesterday."
"How do you know about —?"
"We need to talk," he said. "It's about Nana. Or... Savannah, as she was legally named."
Felix came around the corner in sweatpants, half-awake. "What the heck is this?"
"We'd like to come inside," Officer Phil said, eyes steady.
"We need to talk."
"You can't just barge in here," Felix said, stepping between us.
Officer Mason spoke for the first time.
"Sir, this is related to an active missing person case. The bracelet matches a piece of evidence filed under your daughter's name. She disappeared on the 17th of May, ten years ago."
"That's not evidence," Felix snapped. "It's junk. It's circumstantial —"
"You can't just barge in here."
"Sir," Officer Phil interrupted, calm but firm. "We're going to need you to step outside. This conversation will be easier if we separate you both."
My heart dropped. "Wait, what? Why would —"
"Please," Phil said gently, turning to me. "Where is the bracelet right now?"
I pointed to the table, where I'd laid it carefully the night before. Mason picked it up with gloved hands and placed it in an evidence bag.
