Kathy was silent long after he’d finished. “Hello?” he asked at last. “I’m here,” she said quickly. “I just . . . It . . . Oh my God.” “I know.” “I mean, everything we believed about her. All these years.” Kathy began to cry. “I know, Kat. I know.” “I can hardly take this in.” “I know. Me too.” “What’re you going to do?” “I don’t know.”
