of us spoke.
Then she whispered, “I know none of this was your fault. Maybe I’ve always known that. But when I saw you bring Daniel’s children home, I became angry.”
She swallowed hard.
“You got twenty-seven years with him. Your children got a father. Luke got nothing.”
I looked toward the garage.
“So you took everything from the trees.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Because for one moment, I wanted you to know what it felt like to lose something of Daniel’s too.”
What she’d done was
