"Nobody came through the hall.
I was watching."
"The kitchen,"
He dicho.
But Nora and Lily were still standing in the kitchen doorway.
Nora shook her head before I could even ask.
She had been there the whole time.
She hadn't seen anyone.
Reeves sacó un pequeño cuaderno y escribió algo.
He looked at me differently now.
Not cruel.
Not accusing.
Pitying.
That was worse.
"Ma'am,"
he said, "I'd like you to come down to the station and give a statement.
Not as a suspect.
As a witness.
Y creo que podría ser una buena idea si tenemos un médico para que te haga un examen mientras estemos allí.
Solo para estar a salvo".
"Ella está rechazando el tratamiento"
¿Dr.
Vale said quietly.
"I've asked her repeatedly to see a specialist.
She won't go."
I opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
Twenty years of trust—two decades of him holding my hand through Daniel's death, through the probate, through the arrhythmia, through every long afternoon when I couldn't stand to be alone in this house—had turned into a net so perfectly woven that I couldn't find the hole.
