”
I paused. “You know?”
“Eleanor, I know everything about the Voss family. I used to be one.”
It was Caleb’s mother.
The woman Richard Voss had erased from every family photo, every public record, every conversation. The woman Caleb told Mia had “died of cancer” when he was twelve.
She wasn’t dead.
She was waiting.
And what she told me over the next forty-seven continue reading …
