My Husband Woke Me at 4:40 A.M. to Serve His Mother. Three Days After I Left, the Police Called About My House.

Samantha looked down at the photograph thoughtfully.

“Her name is Rose Thornton.”

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of the surname.

“Thornton?”

Samantha nodded slowly. “Yes, Rose Thornton.”

I stared at her in complete confusion.

“My aunt never had a sister.”

Samantha’s eyes softened with deep empathy.