“And I don’t expect you to live the way I did.”
“I know.”
“Then why did you believe you had to hide me?”
She thought.
“Because I was ashamed of still being ashamed.”
That answer was painful enough to feel true.
I stood beside the car.
The old cardigan between us.
Lauren reached into her purse.
The pearl locket lay inside a small protective pouch.
She lifted it carefully.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you come to the church after I told you not to?”