The Letter in My Purse
Not that he had done it, but that he had been so sure, for so long, that he would never have to answer for it.
Chapter 9 — Aunt Patricia
I called Patricia twenty minutes later, standing in my closet with the door shut so Leo would not hear.
When she picked up, her voice was heavy, and I knew before she said a word that the notebook had told me the truth.
“Evelyn,” she said.
“I’m so sorry.
We need to meet.
Not on the phone.”