smile he gave strangers.
It was warmer than that.
She said something that made him laugh. Then she reached out and touched his arm.
I leaned forward.
At first, I couldn’t see her face clearly because she was standing partly behind him.
Then she turned toward the street.
And I recognized her.
My breath caught in my throat.
I gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my fingers began to hurt.
The woman standing beside my husband was my younger sister, Vanessa.
For several seconds, I couldn’t move.
Vanessa.
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