my backyard, saw Danny, and stopped cold.
Danny leaned toward me.
“That’s the face of someone who never expected her lie to walk through the door.”
Helen looked at me.
“You cannot marry that man.”
I laughed bitterly.
“Now you care?”
“Please.”
“You knew he was alive.”
Her face changed.
“Who told you that?”
“He did.”
Helen looked at Danny.
Then back at me.
“You need to listen to me.”
“I listened to you fifty-five years ago!”
“Not here.”
“Why? Because there are witnesses?”
She grabbed my arm.
“I wanted
