silence that followed was not empty. I heard his breath catch.
“Anna?”
I gripped the phone.
“My mother was Margaret Reed.”
“She was my sister.”
“I know.”
Another pause.
“Where are you?”
“Northbridge.”
He exhaled shakily.
“Room seventeen?”
“Yes.”
“I wondered if you would ever find it.”
“You left the message?”
“No. I gave Claire the letters. She told me she would know when the time was right.”
“Did she?”
“I don’t know.”
His answer surprised me.
“What do you mean?”
“I wanted to come to you many times. I
