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

“Did she ask you to tell me?”

“No, she did not,” Samantha emphasized.

That detail mattered greatly to me.

I picked up the old photograph and looked at Rose’s smiling face once more.

“What does she want from me?”

Samantha offered a faint, warm smile.

“She mostly wants to know if you enjoy eating raspberry jam.”

I blinked in surprise.