least understood this wasn’t going to be a short visit.
Paul stepped into my kitchen already complaining about his morning. Then he saw the jacket.
All the color left his face at once, like someone had pulled a plug.
He stopped dead in the doorway. “Where did you get that?”
I lifted Hope into my arms before I answered him, because I wanted my hands full of something that mattered more than his reaction.
“That’s exactly what I want to know.”
His eyes dropped to the note still folded on the counter, then skittered away from it just as fast.
“You knew more than you ever told me, Paul.”
“Jodi—”
“Did you know she was alive? That she left to build a life with someone? That she was out there being loved by somebody, while I sat in this house thinking she might be dead in a ditch?”
“Jodi.”
“Did.
