Two weeks earlier, Miles had suggested selling our old family cabin.
“It’s just sitting there, Emily,” he’d said.
“I know.”
“Nobody uses it anymore.
All it does is remind you of the accident.”
I told him the cabin belonged to Grant’s family.
He smiled.
“Exactly.
Time to let the past go.”
Then he mentioned a buyer.
A private investment company willing to pay far more than the cabin was worth.
At the time, I thought he was trying to help.
Now I wondered why he wanted that property so badly.
And why he had become increasingly impatient whenever I refused.
CHAPTER 3 — THE PROMISE FROM OUR TENTH ANNIVERSARY
The next morning, I behaved as normally as possible.
I cooked breakfast.
I packed Sophie’s lunch.
I asked Claire about her college classes.
Miles sat at our kitchen island wearing a pale blue shirt, drinking coffee from Grant’s favorite mug.
