Barry saw her and gripped his hat.
“I only learned the truth recently, but Frank’s child has been hidden from this family for ten years.”
I pulled Emma behind me.
“Why are you here?”
“You knew my husband?”
“Not well enough,” he said. “But I knew his family.”
An older woman stepped out of the nearest car.
She had silver hair and Frank’s eyes.
Barry lowered his voice.
“Rachel, your husband’s family was told that your daughter died before she was born.”
