was all right.
That would have been a foolish question, and Mary was not a foolish woman.
Instead, she asked the only thing that mattered.
“Did he say the words?”
Margaret lifted the sealed envelope.
The paper shook once in her hand, not from fear, but from the force of everything she had refused to say in the SUV.
Her husband was gone.
Her children had made their choice.
The road was empty except for dust, grief, and the one woman Robert had trusted to arrive at exactly the right
