Ben listened without interrupting.
When I finished, he looked toward Rosie.
“She found Evelyn.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
“You knew she might be alive.”
“I knew Rosie believed it.”
“That is not the same thing.”
“No.”
“Did Rosie tell you I wasn’t Evelyn’s daughter?”
“She suspected.”
“And you kept that from me too.”
“She had no proof.”
“I am tired of hearing that.”
“I know.”
“Everyone decided what I could survive. You. Rosie. My father. My mother, if she’s alive.”
Ben’s expression tightened.
“Rosie wasn’t trying to control you.”
“She left me a letter only to be opened if she died.”
“Because she thought Richard would hurt you if he knew you had learned the truth.”
“He’s in custody.”
“For now.”
I looked at my sister.
Her hand lay palm-up beside her body.
I took it.
Her skin was warm.
“Why did you really marry her?” I asked.
