A hidden wife.
A stranger waiting to tell me Frank had never actually wanted me.
An elderly woman answered the door.
Her hair was silver, her eyes a pale blue, and one hand immediately covered her mouth when she saw me.
She stared as if someone from the dead had appeared on her doorstep.
“Rosalie,” she whispered.
I gasped sharply enough to make her step backward.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Caroline.”
“How do you know me?”
She glanced past me toward the dark street.
“Frank called last month. He could barely speak. He said you might come one day.”
“Might?”
“He hoped he would find the courage to send you.”‘
She pulled the door open farther.
“I think you should come inside.”
Everything in me wanted to turn around and race back to the hospital.
But instead, I walked inside.
“Tell me what Frank lied about.”
