She ignored it.
By Sunday morning, a moving truck was parked outside her house.
I watched from my porch in disbelief.
Ivy was carrying boxes toward the truck when I approached.
“Moving already?”
She stiffened.
“Sarah, this really isn’t a good time.”
“Then tell me why you had Nathan’s watch.”
She looked away.
“I bought it secondhand.”
“With my personal engraving on the back?”
Her expression tightened.
I took a breath.
“Were you involved with him?”
Her eyes widened.
“Absolutely not!”
“Then why are you suddenly leaving?”
“I’m not running away!”
“Then tell me the truth.”
For several seconds, she stared at me.
Then her expression hardened.
“Your husband wasn’t worth the trouble he caused.”
Before I could ask what that meant, she disappeared into the house.
I stood on the sidewalk watching the movers carry furniture outside.
Whatever Ivy knew, she was willing to leave town rather than explain it.
