“Please, Frank. Can we talk after the service?”
“Antonio, what’s going on?”
His eyes filled with tears.
“Ashley wanted to tell you herself. I promised I’d help when you found out.”
“Can we talk after?”
Before I could answer, Nancy approached.
The service was beginning.
“I’ll explain everything,” Antonio said.
I barely heard the funeral service.
I remembered my sister reading a poem and Antonio speaking.
“I’ll explain everything.”
All I could think about was the photo.
Who was the girl?
Why hadn’t Ashley told me about her?
At the reception, people hugged me and offered condolences.
Eventually, I found Antonio sitting outside.
All I could think about was the photo.
He was turning his engagement ring between his fingers.
I sat beside him.
“Antonio, I need answers.”
He took a breath.
“Her name is Hayden.”
“Who is she?”
“She’s six.”
“Antonio.”
“I need answers.”
