QUOTE : into another room and returned a moment later. Carly was at the table, looking over the accounting books, pretending she knew what she was doing. Her bookkeeping classes had been years ago. “Is what happened last weekend still bothering you?” Carly shrugged. “I suppose you’ve guessed that I had a troubled childhood.” Her fingers rotated the pencil in nervous reaction, and she didn’t meet his eyes; instead, she focused her gaze on the light green sheets of the ledger. “The state took me away