CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
“Let’s see what your secrets are.” Charlotte took the book onto the balcony, switching on the overhead light and then sipping wine from a glass she’d poured.
It was late. She’d filled Rosie in on her strange discovery and they’d speculated on the state of Glenys’s mind. Although Charlotte wasn’t practicing psychiatry now, she wanted to help Glenys manage her grief. Tomorrow, Rosie would call her again and see if she’d meet them for coffee. If so, Charlotte would offer some coping techniques as a friend. Assuming Glenys was willing to listen.
Before opening the book, she wandered back inside to plug her phone in and left it charging on the counter. Magnifying glass in hand, Charlotte sat and turned to the first page.
Weeks ago, soon after she’d begun working for Rosi
