Six Years After the Lake Trip, One Blue Envelope Upended Everything Clara Believed
“He knew he’d let you down, Clara.
Picking at the ledgers now will only drag his name through the mud in town.”
“He was my husband,” I told him.
“And he was my brother,” Dean said softly.
He stepped back onto the gravel path and pointed his flashlight at our car.
“Walk on back to your car now.
It’s too cold for you to be standing out here in the dark.”
We walked single file across the wet grass to where the car was parked under the pines.
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