I stayed by the sofa, watching Arson sleep, while the scenes from the hospital ten years ago replayed over and over in my mind.
The cold hospital room, Linda’s indifferent face and that light, careless death notice.
Everything I had believed so firmly in the past now seemed full of holes.
How many secrets did Emily really hide? Did she give my son back out of guilt, or… was there something else?
Early the next morning, I arranged to meet Vera at a café.
Vera was my former best friend. After my divorce, she was the only one who kept in touch with me.
For ten years, she had been faithfully reporting to me about Harry and Emily’s “happy life.”
“Millie, look at you—you’re still so beautiful, haven’t changed a bit,” Vera said, stirring her coffee with a concerned smile. “On the other hand… the last time I saw Emily, she looked so haggard. I don’t know how Harry is taking care of her.”
I picked up my coffee, hiding the coldness in my eyes. “Really? I thought she was doing fine.”