My hands were steady now, which frightened me more than the shaking had.
“I loved him,” I said. “I loved a man who let me walk through fifteen years blindfolded. Every time I look at you, I will see what he chose to hide from me. I cannot live like that.”
Grace stood, small and pale, and picked up the bag.
“He said you might do this.”
“I will see what he chose to hide from me.”
“Then he finally told the truth about something.”
She walked past me toward the hallway, dragging the backpack behind her.
The strap scraped along the wooden floor.
It was a sound I would remember for years afterward.
I followed her to the top of the stairs.
And that’s where she broke.
It was a sound I would remember for years afterward.
Grace sank to the floor.
She folded into herself, sobbing into her sleeves.
