Her mouth tightened at the corners, but her shoulders didn’t move.

“Look, Megan,” she said, keeping her voice low.

“Paul wasn’t the simple man you thought he was.”

“What does that mean?

What did you think he was doing?”

“Look, he spent three hours sitting in the parking lot of the bank in New Kensington every third Tuesday for four years,” Sarah said.

“I saw his truck near the drive-through twice when I went for sinus pills, and he said he was waiting on tractor parts.”

“You knew he was driving fifty miles out of town, and you never told me?