to appear as an angry person.
” And you ? “
“Absolutely.”
“So the article was accurate.”
I tried not to smile.
He stood up.
“I should have invited you here sooner.”
“Yes.”
“I just wanted it to be over.”
“Nothing is ever truly over.”
“I know it now.”
“No, you don’t need it. You’re still sanding the railings.”
He glanced down the corridor.
“This ramp needed another layer.”
I laughed again.
And this time, the sadness that followed was not as intense.
Wendell showed me around the rest of the house.
There was no secret wife.
Room unlocked.
No hidden evidence of a double life.
There were piles of wood, boxes of screws, two unfinished shelves, an alarming amount of electrical wire, and a refrigerator containing mustard, eggs, six bottles of water, and something in a
