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

up the oldest photograph, the one of Rose holding her, and turned it over.

Forgive me, Rose.
She must never know.

Claire uncapped a black pen from the junk drawer.

With one slow line, she crossed out the last three words.

Then she wrote her own beneath them.

I know.

If this one stays with you, send it to somebody who’ll feel it too.

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