Chapter 5

Cold air entered through my open coat. My mother had just whispered that Adrian left this shirt in her bedroom on the morning he asked me to marry him.

I stared at the pale blue stitching on her sleeve. That morning, he'd called to ask if I would marry him. I'd written yes on a piece of paper so I could tell him in person. Now Victoria wanted me to imagine how his shirt had ended up in her bedroom.

"Why tell me now?"

She fastened a button on my coat. A spatula struck the pan inside. Adrian was still…