Good.
I wasn’t sure I trusted myself to be graceful.
By nine, I was back in my car with the box in the passenger seat.
I drove home.
Emily met me at the door again.
This time, when she saw my face, she paused.
“Why do you look confused?”
I set the box down on the hall table.
Then I held out the slip of paper with the address.
“What would you say if I told you the woman from yesterday was waiting for me at the office this morning?”
Emily stared.
Then blinked.
“What?”
So I told her that story too.
Evelyn.
Her son.
The meeting.
Daniel Parker.
By the time I finished, Emily had one hand on her chest.
“Oh my God.”
“That was pretty much my reaction.”
“Do you think it’s real?”
“I have no idea.”
“Do you think it’s pity?”
“Maybe.”
She took the slip of paper from me and read the address.
