Chapter 6

For a split second, I thought I must've misheard.

But then I remembered. William and Charles had always acted like that.

They asked me for help whenever their clothes got dirty, the cuffs came undone, they were hungry, or they forgot their umbrella on rainy days.

They even came to me when the roof started leaking or a lightbulb went out.

William would call out "Eleanor" like it was nothing, or toss out an "Ellie" like he was doing me a favor.

And Charles? He'd either shout "Mom," or call for Evelyn, or holler "Hey."

They'd been like this over…