Chapter 5

Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Mark went to open it.

A woman stepped inside.

She looked about twenty-four or twenty-five, long hair cascading over her shoulders, a flowing dress, and just a touch of makeup.

Her baby bump was impossible to miss.

She caught my eye and smiled.

"Hello, Emily," she said, her tone polite but a little too familiar.

I stared at her and said nothing.

"I'm Susan Ray. I work with Mark," she added.

She settled in on the couch like she owned the place, then spotted Margaret.

"Is this your mother? Hi, Margaret," she said, as…