Later, at the supermarket, I quietly returned several things to the shelves.
A box of cereal.
A block of cheese.
The coffee I had been thinking about all week.
Emma watched me put each item back.
She didn’t say anything.
That silence hurt more than any question she could have asked.
The following morning, Barry appeared at our door.
And he wasn’t alone.
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Part Four: The Family That Had Forgotten Us
“Rachel,” Barry called from the porch. “Please let me explain.”
I remained behind the closed door.
“Yesterday revealed a plan that began ten years ago.”
The silver-haired woman stepped closer.
“My name is Evelyn,” she said. “Frank was my son.”
My fingers tightened around the lock.
Frank had rarely spoken about his mother.
I knew they had argued after our wedding. Evelyn believed I had pulled Frank away from his family. Frank believed she had never respected our marriage.
