The Secret Card in Her Purse Exposed Chicago’s Darkest Night

A hotel key card.

An ultrasound photo.

And hidden in an inner pocket of the purse, a black card stamped with one word in silver.

Dante.

On the back was a number, and beneath it seven handwritten words.

If you need me, call.

No matter what.

Brenda knew the name.

Everyone who had lived in Chicago long enough knew the name, even if they pretended not to.

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