Sarah remembered the looks of anger and disappointment in Bridget’s eyes yesterday when Sarah had told the truth about Sean.

And, yet, for some reason she couldn’t stop thinking that Bridget knew far more than Margaret ever did about Sean’s real life. If that were the case, why did she stay silent all these years as well?

Margaret was still processing her grief, but they’d had a good talk yesterday. They were moving toward putting the past behind them. Sarah wanted to try to do the same with Bridget.

“Hi, Aunt Sarah.” Sophia rushed down the back steps to the patio.

Bridget followed, looking anything but ready to put the past to rest, judging by her narrowed gaze and the firm line of her lips.

“Hi. Do you want a snack?”

“I’m okay.” Sophia watched Jack launch the shuttlecock into a bush. “I’ll help him get that out.”

“There’s a spare racket in the box next to the net.”

Sophia ran to help Jack retrieve the shuttlecock.

Sarah stared up at Bridget from her seat. “We need to talk.”

Bridget gripped the back of the chair she stood behind. “I don’t really have anything to say to you.”

“Are you sure? Because the expressions on your face yesterday said a lot.”

Bridget pulled out the chair and poured a glass of lemonade. Her hands trembled, giving away how unsettled this visit made her. “I was stunned to find out all those things about Sean and that you’d made all that money for Mom.” But not for her.

Sarah heard that last part loud and clear, even if Bridget was too chicken to say it. She thought she deserved a piece of the money Sarah had made. Bridget had received an inheritance from her father just like Sean. Bridget and her husband had bought a house and started the construction business. Then they’d had some lean years when the economy tanked and no one was building new construction. The money had run out, which must have put a terrible strain on their marriage.

Sarah could relate.

“I did that for her because she lost her son.”

“You know, I lost my brother. As for Mom, you wanted to buy your way out of your guilt for what you’d done.”

“What did I do?” She really wanted to know what Bridget thought happened.

“He gave you everything you wanted and still it wasn’t enough.”

“What did he give me that I wanted other than the boys?”

Bridget didn’t look so sure of herself anymore. “The company.”

“Sean wanted to start that. We both had a dozen very lucrative offers from the government and private sector after college. We would have made a ton more money than we did those early years when we started the business. I would have worked less and been happy to have a normal work and home life.”

Bridget tried again. “Sean wanted to build something.”

“He wanted to be rich. There’s a difference. Building something takes a lot of hard work. Granted, in the beginning, he tried, but he much preferred going out with clients and being the big shot.”