a private one.”
I looked at them both.
My sister’s words came back to me.
You’re not those things anymore.
I had spent 20 years trusting Linda and 11 years building a life with Derek. And they were standing on my porch asking me to quietly hand them a portion of a dead man’s kindness.
“I’d like you both to leave,” I said.
“Catherine—”
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