I stepped closer. “Emma?”
She turned the note toward me.
There were only two sentences.
Rose Avery didn’t die when they told you she did.
And Clara Whitaker was not
your mother’s real name.
I stepped closer. “Emma?”
She turned the note toward me.
There were only two sentences.
Rose Avery didn’t die when they told you she did.
And Clara Whitaker was not
your mother’s real name.