Emma noticed every item.
She didn’t say a word.
***
The next morning, Barry knocked again.
“Rachel,” he called through the door. “Please let me explain.”
“Start talking.”
“Yesterday exposed a trap that began ten years ago.”
“Please let me explain.”
The older woman stepped closer.
“My name is Evelyn,” she said. “Frank was my son.”
My hand tightened around the lock.
***
Frank rarely spoke about his mother. After our wedding, they argued because Evelyn believed I had taken him from his family. Frank left when she refused to respect our marriage.
After he died, I wrote to her about the funeral, my pregnancy, and Emma’s birth.
