cruel.
It was still wrong.
But finally, I understood why she’d done it.
The following week passed in a blur.
I spent most of it trying to understand the life Daniel had left behind—and the part of that life he had never even known existed.
Then one afternoon, Ben discovered a few apples that Monica had missed at the very top of one tree.
We picked them together.
That evening, I used them to bake Daniel’s favorite apple pie.
Then Ben and I carried it next door.
Monica looked shocked
