Chapter 5

“I slept with Claire in your mother’s guest room.”

Ethan kept his eyes on the closed door.

His voice was clear. I did not need him to explain what he meant.

The doorknob felt cold beneath my palm. I released it and stepped back until my legs touched my mother’s desk.

“When?”

“That night.”

“After I left for the pharmacy?”

“Yes.”

“My mother was across the hall.”

Ethan closed his eyes. “I know.”

The night I left, my mother was struggling to breathe.

Her hospice nurse had changed her pain medication, but the local pharmacy was out.

I drove forty…