Unknown number.
I answered.
“Carly?”
I recognized the voice.
“Evelyn?”
“Mom said she gave you the envelope.”Envelopes
“She did.”
A pause.
“I need to speak with you.”
I looked at Willa across the kitchen.
“About what?”
“Not on the phone.”
My fingers tightened.
“Is something wrong with the house?”
“No.”
“The money?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
Another pause.
“Your mother.”
The room seemed to tilt.
“My mother?”Track Pregnancy
“Yes.”
My mother, Helen, had been dead for nineteen
years.
I was twenty-five when she died of pancreatic cancer.Find Cancer Care
Margaret had never met her.
At least I thought she hadn’t.
“I don’t understand.”
“I know.”
Evelyn exhaled.
“Can you meet me tomorrow?”
