“At first, I wanted answers.”
“What answers?”
“I wanted to know whether Michael had ruined your life the way Ruth’s secret ruined mine.”
I stared at him.
“Did I look ruined?”
“No.”
“Did that disappoint you?”
His face twisted.
“At first? Maybe.”
The honesty was ugly but I appreciated it anyway.
David had spent six years believing his marriage to Ruth was honest.
Then, after her death, he found another life hidden inside it.
He came to Malta because this was where it began.
The first time, he sat at the restaurant for three hours and never ordered food.
He returned the following year.
Then again.
When he found Michael’s envelope addressed to me, he searched for a way to contact me.
Before he could decide what to do, Clara saw my daughter post about my trip online.
“Rebecca posted about Malta?”
“She wrote that she was proud of you for finally traveling alone.”
