8 octobre 2026

After my husband died, a nurse accidentally let it slip that a woman had been visiting him for several weeks before his death 

Claire didn’t answer.

I looked at her sharply.

“Jack was an orphan.”

“I know.”

“He didn’t have a sister.”

Claire swallowed.

“He didn’t know he had one.”

The world seemed to shift beneath my feet.

I stepped backward into the house.

Claire remained outside.

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