That’s Bernice and James Rose. It’s been . . . oh, at least a decade since I’ve seen them last.” “Did they live here?” Eliza takes a step closer to me, her gaze burning into my cheek. “Yes. They moved up to Edmonton shortly after their son left town.” My throat is so clogged I can hardly swallow as I ask, “When did he leave town?” “Well, I’d say shortly after he met your mother.”

