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  1. Cover
  2. Also by Sharon Doering
  3. Title Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
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  85. Author’s Note
  86. Acknowledgements
  87. About the Author

“Did you or your wife know my mom?”

“I knew who she was. I didn’t know her well. She wasn’t born in town. I don’t think my wife would have known her. Too much of an age difference. Why?”

“Desiree was wearing a ring today. She said you gave it to her when she was a teenager. My mom had that same ring when I was young.” I used to sneak into her jewelry box and try on her jewelry. That ring stood out because it was mysterious and a bit creepy. I never saw that ring after we moved away from here. “I was thinking maybe they knew each other and my mom gave it to your wife?”

He shook his head. “Most likely, they both got those rings from the same rinky-dink shop in town. There were a number of mystic shops in Yellow Valley. Dream catchers dangling in the front windows, tarot cards, fortune telling, jewelry. There’s still one left.”

“Yeah, Desiree mentioned that,” I said. “Makes sense.”

“I never believed in that spiritual, mystic stuff. What about you?”

“I don’t know what I believe.” Truest thing I’d said in a while.

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Home from picking up Emily, I was dropping my keys in the bowl when Trevor called.

“What a relief you answered,” he said. “I ran into traffic. I’ll be home in forty minutes, but you have to go to my mom’s now. Paulina’s been with my mom all day but needs to leave as soon as she can. DeeDee’s got the night off, and I can’t afford to piss off Paulina.”

“What about the casserole?”

“Forget the casserole,” he said, annoyance edging into his voice. “Just leave it, and go.”

“OK. Give me a minute to set Emily in front of the TV and tell Sawyer he’s in charge.”

Five minutes later, I was backing out of the driveway.

An image of Brandon walking up my lawn, a bandage on his head, came to mind. I should have told Sawyer to not open the door for anyone.

I popped in my earbuds and called Trevor, “On my way.”

“Heather, there’s something I have to tell you.” His tone serious, so unlike Trevor.

My heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“My mom. I haven’t updated you on my mom.” He sighed, and static buzzed my earbuds. “She’s not herself.”

“Of course she’s not.”

“No, I mean she says crazy things.”

The car behind me was riding my bumper. I wanted to brake hard just to make him crash, match my shattered headlight in the front. But then I’d be late. “It’ll be OK, Trevor. I saw her, what, four weeks ago.” I hadn’t seen her since we’d moved in. Trevor had brought Sawyer and Emily once, but I hadn’t gone.