“How could you have . . .” “Oh, but yes, I did.” Though Delores’s voice was weak, Anton heard the iron in it. “That day when he told me that poor woman . . . your . . . mom . . . had asked to be relieved of her legal rights. I knew . . . I knew something wasn’t right. It was too—convenient. Too easy. And yet I didn’t push David too hard. I didn’t dare. He looked—so happy. You made him so happy, Anton.” Delores’s voice cracked. “And he had been so unhappy for so long. After James died. It was like watching a dead man come back to life, with you in the house.”
