“Betsy, do you have anything new to tell the detective?” I shake the letter in the air.

David sighs. “I’m sorry, Jane. It’s just cruel, whoever did this. Macabre. And poor Betsy has been through enough. We all have.” David pushes away from the table and carries his cereal bowl to the kitchen sink. “Someone is trying to confuse you and you’re already in such a vulnerable state. It’s the last thing you need. Mary fell from that cliff. End of story.”

“What? No. This person is trying to help. He or she knows something.” I look at David and then at Betsy. I stare at Betsy until she flushes. So much guilt there. “Betsy was the last one to see Mary alive. Maybe someone saw them together.”

“Jane, stop it!” David hurries to Betsy’s side. Wraps his arm around her shoulders. “Two more days, kiddo. Hang in there.”

Betsy leans her head on David’s shoulder. “You’re right. Two days.” Then she looks at me, with a scrunched-face look that can only be construed as hate. “I can’t believe you’re my mother. You really think I had something to do with Mary’s death? Don’t come to Volunteer Day!”

“Of course I’ll be there,” I call after my retreating daughter. To David I add, “I’ll visit Detective Branson. Tell him he should reopen the investigation. He needs to find this witness.” I pound my fist on the table for emphasis and he jumps.

I know what you’re thinking. Why would I want to stir this all up again? Mary is dead and nothing will ever bring her back. Trust me, I have my reasons.

“No. Don’t do it. He’ll think you’re crazy.” David narrows his eyes. His phone vibrates with a text message and he can’t resist. I watch as he checks his phone, covering the screen with his hand so I can’t see it. He types his response, smiles and types again before shoving the phone in his pocket.

He doesn’t realize it’s futile to hide the screen from me, silly man. I’ll read his texts as soon as he leaves. “Is something important happening at the office?”

“Yes, yes, that’s it. And I’ve got to get going.” David grabs his briefcase, pours the rest of his coffee into a to-go cup.

“Dear, what’s all this two days stuff between you and Betsy? What happens in two days besides the graduation?”

“See ya!” my husband answers with a wave and walks out the door.