It was up to her to investigate how certain things had really happened close to two years ago as far as Nora Arellano was concerned. Of course, if it was really up to her, she would have kept it forgotten, just some minor slip in her mind as she went about her life being herself and living a life with a name that didn’t whispered any link to her past. Nevertheless, this alias was recent and uncontaminated than the others. It was a lickety-split patchwork of her mother’s given name and a last name she fudged together that was good enough to use courtesy of the white pages directory in the telephone book she discovered during one of her many stays in one of the motel rooms she slept in while between apartments.
“Too many questions and not enough
“Too many questions and not enough