He nodded against my shoulder.
“I don’t know how much Daddy gave her. But I’ll keep saving.”
My son had been giving up his money because he thought there was a price for getting his sister back.
I wiped his cheeks.
“Tell me one more thing. Who was the woman? Even if she just reminded you of someone.”
He sniffed.
“But I’ll keep saving.”
“Aunt Claire.”
I went still.
Claire was Robert’s younger sister. Her daughter, Ivy, had been born only weeks before Claudia was due, and everyone had joked the girls would grow up together.
Claire had visited me the next day, barely meeting my eyes before whispering, “I’m so sorry, Mel.”
At the time, I’d thought I understood why. Now I wasn’t so sure.
“Aunt Claire.”
“Mom?”
“Go downstairs for me.”
“Are you going to ask Dad?”
“Yes.”
***
Robert was at the sink scrubbing a pan that was already clean.
“Robert.”
“Are you going to ask Dad?”
“Hey.”
He didn’t turn to look at me.
“Stop.”
“What?”
“Put the sponge down and look at me.”
“Stop.”
His hand slowed.
Then he turned.
His face changed.
“What happened?”
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