“Paid completely?”
She nodded. Nobody laughed.
“Who is sending these things?”
Rose lowered her eyes. May began blinking quickly. June folded her arms across her chest.
“They’re from Mom.”
I gripped the kitchen counter.
“Lisa?”
May nodded.
“How long has this been happening?”
“A few months,” Rose admitted.
“Months?”
“We didn’t know how to tell you,” May whispered.
“So you talked to her instead.”
May flinched, and I immediately regretted the cruelty in my voice, but I could not take the words back.
June stepped forward.
“She contacted us online. We had the right to answer.”
“You did,” I said quietly. “You absolutely did.”
Rose moved closer.
“Grandpa, we weren’t trying to betray you.”
I nodded, but in my mind I was standing in that hospital hallway again, watching Lisa walk away. Only this time, I was terrified that the girls were walking toward her.
“Did she ask about me?”
No one answered. That silence told me everything.
I began washing a clean plate simply because my hands needed something to do. May touched my arm.
“Are you angry?”
“No.”
“Then what are you?”
I shut off the water.
“Scared.”
The answer surprised all four of us. I had raised three babies with almost no money, but nothing frightened me more than the possibility that I had spent twenty years keeping someone else’s place warm.
Rose’s eyes filled with tears.
“Grandpa, that isn’t true.”
I took a breath.
“If Lisa wants to return, she cannot do it through anonymous packages.”
June narrowed her eyes.
“What are you suggesting?”
“We invite her to Sunday dinner.”
May stared at me.
“Here?”
“Yes.”
Rose studied my face.
“Are you certain?”
“No,” I admitted. “But secrets don’t get to grow inside this house.”
They sent Lisa the invitation. She accepted within ten minutes, and my stomach tightened immediately.
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