“And I need to tell you, but not before I understand what is fact and what is only suspicion.”

Paige pulled out a chair.

“You don’t have to handle it alone.”

I stared at my daughter.

The baby who once needed me to hold her head had become a woman with the good sense to offer exactly what I needed.

“I know,” I whispered.

That night Gregory returned late.

He left his bag by the door and asked whether I wanted to talk.