And why had one woman’s name frightened him so badly?
I looked at Danny sleeping beside me.
“Who are you?” I whispered.
He shifted.
“Sweetheart?”
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”
I slipped quietly out of bed and drove to Helen’s house.
She opened the door wearing her robe.
“I knew you’d come.”
“Tell me everything.”
Helen sat down.
Then she destroyed Danny’s entire story.
“He didn’t spend fifty-five years searching for you.”
“What happened?”
“Margaret happened.”
“The nurse?”
“Danny met her while he was recovering. They started a relationship.”
“And?”
