And she shook her head.

Chapter 9 — Not Even Robert

Her husband, Robert, had died five years before.

They had been married nearly forty years — married, I would come to understand, for almost the entire span of time she’d been hiding.

“He knew I had scars,” Edith said, looking out the rain-streaked window.

“He just never saw how bad they were.

Not once, in all those years.

I changed in the bathroom, with the door locked.