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She nodded “She showed herself to you, too She ood-bye”

“That was … that’s just…”

Abby laughed softly “I’ve had longer to get used to it Take your time”

The banker’s box sat on the table while Abby got up to make a pot of tea and sandwiches for lunch It wasn’t until the plates were cleared away and the teacups rinsed that she couldn’t hold back her curiosity With Toan to sort through the contents

The hand on her shoulder stiffened as To out a photo that had caught his attention

“Tom? What is it?” Abby put down the jewel box and leaned over to see what he held in his hand

The picture was old—nized Marian, shtly behind a couple and a new baby “That’s the Sullivans,” To there?”

He turned the photo over and his breath came out in a rush Last clients of Foster House ritten in blue ink on the back

“Rick,” he said, and dropped the photo back into the box as if it were on fire