“Chris.” Mal turns to me, brows knit together. “Who is that?” Something about the way she’s looking at me suggests that she thinks I might know more about this woman than I actually do. I wish I did. I wish I knew more than just her face and random facts about her son. I wish I knew her name or her reason for being here, at our home, looking like she’s come to drop a bomb right in the middle of our happy ending.
Ahhh the old lady who.kept popping up at the beginning of the book
