The Secret Sister. Brenda Novak

back for the rest. Was there something he still wanted?

      If so, it was too late to recover anything except the pictures she’d saved in the dark attic of Coldiron House. She’d hawked her wedding ring and donated what he’d left behind to Goodwill. She’d figured the move was the perfect time to get rid of each and every item that reminded her of the man she’d loved so deeply, because they now reminded her of the day she’d gone to Chicago to surprise him on his business trip and encountered him walking off the elevator, holding hands with the woman they’d bumped into on Fifth Avenue.

      She saw that she had a voice mail, so she tried to listen. But all she heard was three or four seconds of silence, as if he’d contemplated leaving a message but changed his mind.