just after midnight.
I was sitting in the living room with the key on the coffee table. He stopped the moment he saw me there.
“Lena,” he said softly.
“Sit down,” I said.
He quietly sat across from me.
“Start talking,” I demanded.
He clasped his hands together.
“Emily was born when I was 26,” he said. “Her mother’s name was Claire. We were together before continue reading …