attention.
Then she noticed one of the photographs I’d placed beside the sign.
It was the old photograph I’d found online.
A picture of Monica and Daniel together decades earlier.
Her expression changed.
“You stupid woman.”
My grip tightened.
“What did you say?”
She stared at me.
“You really don’t understand anything, do you?”
“Then explain it.”
“Twenty-seven years, Claire. You had twenty-seven years with that man, and somehow you never noticed what was right in front of you.”
The apples suddenly didn’t matter.
Neither did the sign.
Only one
