“My sister drowned when she was five.”

Spencer lowered his gaze.

“Helen, the woman who came into the store yesterday was Evelyn.”

I remembered the stranger’s face.

The mascara, the untied shoe, the terrified glance over her shoulder.

I tried to imagine that face as a little girl with muddy shoes and crooked pigtails.

The ache that moved through my chest was so sudden I had to hold the railing.

“Why didn’t she tell me?”