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

floor because my legs simply refused to hold me anymore.

Nothing made sense.

Who was Rose?

Why was Claire in that photograph?

And what exactly had Richard been hiding from me all these years?

The metal box contained one more thing.

An old address book.

Its pages had yellowed with age.

Most names meant nothing to me.

One didn’t.

Rose.

A phone number was still continue reading …