SERA
“I did not think there would be others.”
Ruth said it quietly, looking at the two people sitting across the table from her. Not with relief exactly. Something more complicated than relief. The particular expression of someone who has spent years believing they were the only person carrying a specific weight and has just discovered the weight has been distributed all along without their knowledge.
Dr. Cole’s conference room was smaller than the one where Sera had first sat across from her a week ago. Intentionally so, Sera suspected. This was not a room designed for legal proceedings. It was designed for people.
Three people sat across from Sera and Elliot.
Ruth Adeyemi, sixty-one. Fifteen years of waiting. The woman who had kept her mother’s last words.
Benson Adu, fifty-eight.
