the mattress and cried until my throat ached.
Rebecca appeared.
«You okay?»
«No.»
She sat beside me.
Neither tried changing my answer.
At sunrise, I showered.
Put on black trousers.
A gray sweater.
No makeup.
No wedding ring.
Margaret had organized the process server.
Agent Hale arranged everything else.
I didn’t know every detail.
And didn’t need to.
By eight-thirty, I drove to our old neighborhood and parked at Susan’s house.
Susan, my neighbor, had known Lily since birth.
When I explained, she opened her garage.
«Stay as long as
