The Person Who Walked Into That Diner Knew My Husband’s Secret

at the coffee cup in Rose’s hands. “Then I heard him say her name.”

Her.

Not who.

Her.

My stomach turned over again.

“You know who she is,” I said.

Claire nodded once.

Rose made a small sound then, one sharp breath, like she’d been hit in the ribs.

Since the day I’d found the photograph, my mind had been racing through possibilities so ugly I could hardly continue reading …